A piece that is prompted by the title of the upcoming festival of ideas partly hosted by the Hay on Wye Festival team (in turn stolen from Leonard Cohen), and the oft told, doubtless apocryphal, tale of a parent explaining what the different parts of a church are for or mean, including the stained glass, with that child in their RE class at school subsequently defining a saint as "someone that the light shines through..."
Stained glass saints
Let the light in
Telling the story
To those who have
Not yet encountered
The Word.
But even stained glass
Gets stained with
The accumulated grime
Of everyday existence
Obscuring the light
Of life.
No building can ever
Effectively contain
All the glory of creation
Never mind the Creator
Who speaks the story
To be.
No sanctified sinner
Can effectively express
All the grace and mercy
Extended to them
And through them
To all.
Selah
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