This stained glass world and us seated at the mind pew waiting, listening holding attention upon words bathed in the glow of life. Life and light behind the window ever behind our reach. Can’t we just stop and see?
Even a tree in an open field translates God into chlorophyll. Even a blank wall reflects light.
Another didactic, you say. Oh no, say I, this lesson pulls apart, streaming down a long hall, and here we are, still seated at the mind pew waiting, listening.