Stained Glass Jesus

January 04, 2013

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.

Mary's Mixed Bag ~ Windows

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.

January 4, 2013 at 5:14 AM

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?

January 4, 2013 at 8:27 AM

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!

January 4, 2013 at 9:35 AM

Maude Lynn said…

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

January 4, 2013 at 10:10 AM

Teresa said…

This is beautiful, very thought-provoking.

January 4, 2013 at 10:24 AM

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!

January 4, 2013 at 12:40 PM

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!

January 4, 2013 at 12:42 PM

Anonymous said…

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

January 4, 2013 at 2:08 PM

vivinfrance said…

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

January 4, 2013 at 4:08 PM

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?

January 4, 2013 at 4:56 PM

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!!

January 4, 2013 at 5:25 PM

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.

January 5, 2013 at 10:11 AM