Faith Meditation

[kilroy]

Through a stained-glass window, the world is simple:

all things a few bright colors,

all things divided neatly,

all things part

of a larger picture.

 

But a woman walks into the world,

squints at me,

and leaves

the window unchanged

and my vision shattered.

 

I can move on to the next window,

lose myself again in beauty,

understand the same trees in the same five colors—

or I can open the door.