The past is like a
stained glass window.
The moment
stands still within
its weakly
wooden pane .
But its beauty
still carries
on through the
thriving thickets of light.
As it
brightly blooms
out a blissful
bluebird sky
swirling within
the intricate
eye of intimacy .
Nov 20, 2022
The window of the past
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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The Window of the Past
Hello, Edward,
When reading this, I cannot help but be reminded of how I felt as a little girl looking at the stained glass windows in church. Of course, they were representing people of the Bible from ages long ago. Mysterious and very intimidating. But beautiful. Looking, studying, and accepting our past as if it were a stained glass window is such a wonderful idea - it has brought us to where we are, and somehow still shines when given the right light. "...the intricate eye of intimacy." What a deep, and revealing thought!
Thank you,
L
My inspiration
https://youtu.be/EWRsE7WfYvU
I was just lying in bed listening to this
And I got the the idea the moment stays in the past but them memories live on and as we get older we tend to grow more nostalgic yearning for a time that is no more.
There Is No Other Way
Hi, Edward,
I was not familiar with that song. Very poetic lyrics. I can understand how it would inspire you.
Thank you!
L