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Glass-Pane Rainbows

It wasn't till yesterday,
sitting by my friend I've known since youth
in the Temple of our God
spending some time in religious observance
that I noticed the light, the light that glanced off the panes of glass in front of us
'neath the railing.
And she leaned over and told me, in a hushed but thoughtful whisper,
how the light changes color in a magnificent rainbow
if you raise your eyes a little at a time.
And so I glanced, and the yellow light became orange
and red
and blue
and green
and purple
each in a concentrated, brilliant orb
as I lifted and lowered my head, gazing at the glass' edge,
a glass I've certainly seen dozens of times before
but without this enlightenment.
All of the sudden I was filled with that burning love of discovery
I'd felt when I was a child, the season when I'd first become her friend
That time when all the world was a puzzle to be opened and discovered.
In that moment, I swelled with gratitude and thanked God
for the multi-colored light
and for my friend that reminded me
that life is for learning, growth, exploration
and how marvelous our Lord is
for giving us the opportunity
to discover.

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  1. I love this. I also enjoy the structure that you used.

    I have to admit . . . I loved watching your head bob up and down as you tried to see all of the different colors. It made me so happy.

    And you know the funny thing? The world is still an oyster waiting to be cracked open to see the pearl. It's a GIANT pearl inside of a GIANT oyster, and, quite frankly, I don't think anyone's done more than scratch the surface of that oyster and the wonder that waits inside. And God grants us that opportunity.

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    1. I'm so glad you could read this and know it was about us <3 and what you wrote about the world being a giant oyster & pearl, you should blog about it yourself, it was poetry!

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