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.
