Stained Glass – a poem by Elizabeth L. Merrick

Stained Glass
Brightening sky ignites
the cross, sheds jeweled light  
on suffering skin and bone
in this dank church.  
Light pours upon 
our humble heads,
cobalt, blood
red, deep orange of a dying day,
or new day. Trapped
inside our dark
separate spaces
we merely stand and blink,
craving more than sunshine.

Elizabeth L. Merrick lives with her husband in Somerville, Massachusetts. Her poetry has appeared in journals including Green Hills Literary Lantern, Muddy River Poetry Review, and Front Porch Review.  She has also authored publications in the field of mental health and addiction research, as well as a guidebook on Boston’s historic house museums.

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