Rethought and rewritten…
The window looks both in and out,
Yet no eye sees clearly through it.
Crimson glass transmutes the sun’s
White hot fire to warm red light
Suffusing all nestled inside,
Painting each darkened corner,
Touching each seeking heart,
Enkindling each opened soul.
Sun’s retreat leaves outside
A star-shattered dark;
Now the same glass reflects
The feebler twinklings of
Our own candle-lit stars
Glowing safely sheltered inside
These thick stone walls
Where we, cloistered, wait
For the light of another day’s
The window looks both in and out;
And so do we, hidden behind it.
Written by Margaret Mair
Painting, original art by Margaret Mair