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Date Posted: 11:53:18 06/24/00 Sat
Author: Michelle Krysalis Bartley
Author Host/IP: 170-pool3.ras10.midea.agisdial.net / 209.14.82.170
Subject: LOOKING THROUGH MY WINDOW

LOOKING THROUGH MY WINDOW
Michelle A. Bartley
06/24/2K

Looking through my window, composed of liquid glass,
With panes of many colors where I easily can pass,
From one world to another, dimensions set in time,
Beyond the cage of skin and bones, into the sublime.

From places black so filled with fear, and wrapped in mystery,
Where my own death and mourning left so much uncertainty,
I found myself before a window, stained with colors true,
Revealing depths held deep inside of which I never knew.

The colors of the rainbow made up this wondrous pane,
This stained glass window that I see is so hard to explain,
Each section standing yet alone, connect to the other,
Exposing layers of the heart, with one after another.

The deep clear red, raw energy, giving the power to love,
Swirling with some shades of blue, sent from up above,
Mingled colors, blended true, to form the color of wine,
Once within its loving flow, it touches the divine.

Touching lightly on its edge the color orange appears,
Bringing fruits of spirit that I longed for through the years,
Golden hues begin to form with thoughts of self-control,
A promise of God's eternal love, a blessing to the soul.

Fading into yellow where I lose myself in feeling,
Through this color I am bathed with deep sense of well being,
Wisdom filtered through the mind, of things I can not speak,
The very ones I cling to when I stand alone and weak.

Green, the place where I can go to heal and give me hope,
Rest and peace will be bestowed with grace to help me cope,
A helpful teacher, healer, devoted, tried and true,
Adjacent to another cell, crystal clear and blue.

Deep and rich, awakening, to spiritual forces inside,
Filled with truth and aspirations, doors are opened wide,
Within this hue of loyalty the gates of heaven rest,
This life I live, the work I do, will put me to the test.

Blending into indigo, where loving-kindness reigns,
Compassion takes hold of the soul, cleans it of all stains,
Powerful healing forces, that turns a heart to white,
Hollowed out and emptied so the spirit may take flight.

Finally I see violet, the flaming heart of God,
The flame of three that blossoms, much like Aaron' Rod,
In it's presence; I am changed, to liquid mercury,
Silver, wet and flowing, for with him I'm truly free.

Looking through my window, of liquid colored light,
This stained glass in my eyes, eases now my plight,
A sacred gift sent down from one, I barely understand,
Through windows etched within my heart, I gladly take his hand.

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