123. Stained Glass

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Stained Glass

One who peers through stained glass
Can not behold his own image,
Nor is he able to see those inside clearly;
For he sees only an outline,
A blur of color obscuring his vision...

And those on the inside who peer outward
Remain blinded, able to perceive only
A shadow of what truly is,
Holding up the hand against the brightness,
For fear of the noonday sun
Which is about to come in...

Thus they prefer the light filtered
And the brilliance masked,
By means of all this painted glass...

What then shall a people such as this do
When night has fallen?...

Says The Lord.


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