A meditation in orange and blue
A cathedral artist placed you here.
Are you here at random or was there a plan?
You catch the light of the chapel hallway outside the library
and you sparkle in the morning
but you brood in the afternoon and in the evening you shimmer like some harbinger.
Cross within fire,
fire within water,
water within smoke.
Smoke within transparency.
You hang in leaded glass.
Why would a window look out over a doorway?
To where does it lead?
The door. The window. The hallway.
Darkness is not dark to you oh Lord.
The darkness is as bright as the day.
Fire lights the way in the desert.