Opaque colors.
Shapes of many.
Illuminated wall decorations.
Paintings made from shards of glass.
Stories among each piece.
Colors of different meanings.
Red belongs to the blood of Christ.
Love/hate to fill these pieces.
The color brown brings death and abandonment.
Copper strands to mend them together.
Hidden beauty.
We take advantage of this broken glass.
Appreciation is dwelling.
Unintentionally forgetting the uniqueness.
Stand and stare at stained-glass windows.
Let the light shine through.
Bring joy,
Sadness,
Death and sorrow.
Each is unique.
One of a kind.
Filled with many surprises.
Stained-glass windows.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
Opaque colors.
Shapes of many.
Illuminated wall decorations.
Paintings made from shards of glass.
Stories among each piece.
Colors of different meanings.
Red belongs to the blood of Christ.
Love/hate to fill these pieces.
The color brown brings death and abandonment.
Copper strands to mend them together.
Hidden beauty.
We take advantage of this broken glass.
Appreciation is dwelling.
Unintentionally forgetting the uniqueness.
Stand and stare at stained-glass windows.
Let the light shine through.
Bring joy,
Sadness,
Death and sorrow.
Each is unique.
One of a kind.
Filled with many surprises.
Stained-glass windows.
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