Staff Note: This is quite a lovely piece.
Painted portraits and tainted windows—
dreams peer through vintage glass that is
lined with pictures of Mary and baby Jesus.
But a story lies in
the cracks and seams
that once split and burst
apart; a little girl’s hands mended
that very glass. It carries the
imprint of her finger tips ;
the subtle vapour of her
foggy breath which is
still crystallized on
the same o’ glass
that was recently wiped spotless
of centuries of dust particles that
left after reluctant hours of relentless scrubbing.
But I can still see the girl’s hazel
eyes wide and distorted, still
caught in the shadows of
past, still caught in that
rusty ol’ glass;a look
of resigned seclusion
and acceptance come to
pass behind the high planes of
her cheeks and behind the downward
curve of her smile. She looks on, trying to
find out who she was, but if only were there any
answers in glass painted windows, we’d all willingly go
to Sunday mass.