Thought
Through circle window light behold
Divided reds and blues and yellow
Fragments together streams of gold
Some are dark and some mellow
Light peeps through stained glass
Beams of radiance on polished floor
Complements the sacred mass
Opening space more than before
If I knew not the secret told
That one sure sun stands behind
And splits its rays a hundred fold
Divided view would make me blind
Prayer
O Lord open my eyes to the glory of Thy undivided presence. Reveal yourself as the seeming fragments that move in Thy domain.
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