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SONGS OF LIGHT
Ancient wooden pews
sit quietly and listen,
Hearing songs of light.
Colors dance around you
soothing eyes and souls.
Light dancing through
bits of colored glass.
Tilt your head to the right,
catch the glow through purple glass,
Singing praises
to the sun.
NIGHT
Haunting images
Hiding in the night
Waiting for the
morning light.
Day breaks
Magic begins
once again.
Changing colors
Changing light
Images sparkle
Eyes delight.
Beautiful windows
dreading the night.
LAMPS
Lamps aglow
lighting the night.
Bits of glass
to soften harsh realities.
Lamps aglow
wait the return
of children
out too late
Parents pace
with furrowed brows.
only colored glass
to soothe their fears
Home again
All is right.
A sigh, a hug
and off to bed.
Lamps aglow
lighting the night.
Bits of glass
to sweeten the dreams.
CUSTOM ORDERS
Birthday presents, graduations
Bon Voyage gifts for vacations
The Christmas rush is drawing near
Could we postpone it just this year?
How do the deadlines come so fast?
I'll make it if my luck can last!
My cutter races, the grinder hums.
I dropped a piece. I'm just all thumbs!
I've wrapped the foil around my neck.
I've cut my thumb. Oh, what the heck!
Orders are filling a long, long list.
This makes me happy! I asked for this!
LISTEN
Sit quietly on
ancient wooden pews
listen to the sounds
of color, shaped by songs in praise of light
Light dancing off glass
moving to sparkling rhythms
sending messages of fire, sand
and timeless beauty
Hymns of praise sung by light through glass
FURNACE
Shovels of sand,
elements rare
mixed with care
The smells of molten glass
foretells the beauty within.
Furnaces glow.
Red from molten glass
casts a healthy glow
to faces glistening
with sweat.
Bells clang,
muscles tense.
strong men ladle
buckets of fiery hell.
Working in perfect rhythm,
A ballet with no music.
tossing, mixing,
watching for the
perfect time.
Toss it in,
roll it out.
Glass cools.
Colors emerge to wait
for choosing by
an artisan's
practiced eye.
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HOT GLASS
Artists inspired by secret messages
whispered
by colored glass.
Tortured elements
touched by flame.
Changing.
Flowing.
Sweat dripping from
brows of men
flirting with fire.
Beauty emerging from
infernos into the quiet.
Glass, born of sand and fire
comes to life in
frozen beauty,
fragile strength.
TIFFANY
Wisteria blossoms
gracefully falling
over marble columns,
elegant swans gliding by.
Monumental
landscapes.
Orange pumpkin in
harvest field.
Training the light to sing
songs of Joy
songs of Spring.
Bending light with care
to bring a glow
to images strong.
Artisans of long ago
Inspiring now.
Captured in glass
blossoms will not fade.
Lovely lady emerging
from her bath
will not age,
captured
in glass.
IN HUSHED CATHEDRALS
In hushed cathedrals
vivid images dance on ancient
stone floors worn smooth by kneeling.
Sunlight through
bits of colored glass
weaving patterns
on faces of worshipers.
Singing praises to the sun.
Colors dance,
soothing eyes and warming souls.
In hushed cathedrals
vivid images dance on ancient
stone floors worn smooth by kneeling.
Someone.
Unknown.
Craftsmen of ages past,
leaving legacies of
beauty in glass.
Generations blend
in timeless marches,
worshiping, awed,
inspired by ancient glass.
Generations sharing unknown bonds,
embraced by arms of colored light.
SELF ANALYSIS
Compulsion? Obsession?
Demonic possession?
Here's a suggestion!
Why question???
EMPTY PEWS
Wooden pews
listening to the sounds
of color
shaped in songs
by light
through glass.
Silent.
Speaking tomes of beauty.
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