Friday, January 4, 2013

Stained Glass Jesus

Photograph ~ Joe Thorn

The 
stained
 glass
window
colors
my skin
with Jesus.

I stand 
crucified
by the 
sunlight
not knowing
if a passing cloud
will be my salvation.

How do I know
if I have repented
of all my sins?

The list
 keeps
changing
as a new
score 
keeper
scribbles
his opinion.

I should
 have stood 
beneath
the angel’s
 window
and let
 the sunlight
give me wings.



©Susie Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Mary
offered windows
as inspiration for
our creativity.

14 comments:

Karen said...

This poem is full...filled with introspection and humility...the imagery of both windows, choices between crucifixion and heavenly flight, really touches me somewhere in my core. I love the physical form of this, too...perfect echo of the window and the cross.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Wow!
What an incredible opening poem for the windows theme,deeply existential and touches on a questions that may remain unanswered for a life time: What is the definition of sin? Who defines it for the individual?

Mary said...

This is beautifully expressed, Susie. You have asked important questions that I think many of us struggle with. And which scorekeeper should one listen to! What a wonderfully reflective windows poem!

Mama Zen said...

This is marvelous work! It touches me, as well.

Teresa said...

This is beautiful, very thought-provoking.

Hannah said...

This is piercingly beautiful, Susie. I echo Kerry's "wow," and for the same reasons. Such a work of art and true inner-expression here. Well done!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a wowzer of a poem. Unexpected, thought-provoking and beautifully written. Yes, go stand under the angel, and get some wings!

wordcoaster said...

Nicely done--like how instead of looking out through the window, you looked inside through the window's colorful shadow.

vivinfrance said...

This poem is so much more than just a "windows" poem. Thoughtful, reverent, and beautiful.

Grace said...

Very lovely Susie, I was specially struck with the question you raised:

How do I know if I have repented of all my sins?

Peggy said...

I agree with Viv, much more than just a poem about windows. I like the layers of meaning and I vote for the angels myself!!

Susan said...

I had to laugh! SO much depends on our choice of windows. And then I sobered too, for the beauty of your spirit shines through. I like the skinniness of this poem, a beam of light falling through to me.

Marian said...

wow, Susie. repent, penance, it is time for us.

Kay L. Davies said...

It's beautiful, and I love the way this ends, Susie.
K