The Sanctuary

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The Sanctuary
I never truly understand stained glass:
The flicker flame reflects off red and blue
And other hues of all these Saints and I
Am caught up in the Mystery of Light.
The Light beyond the glass shines through
Illuminating lives I never knew.
Or do I know them better when the Light
Shines through; what does not come alive with Light.
Enthroned in panes just west of St. Louis,
A King and consort beam upon the pews

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