Life isn’t like body-paint.
Toddlers, children, and adolescents aren’t blank canvases on which the older folk gets to haphazardly finger-paint the world’s hurting frustrations and breaking expectations. If that were true, we’d all be the same, unidentifyable brown slush by the end of our little infinity.
Rather, we are never-ending windows, stained glass windows, that are made up of colors and patterns that we get to call our very own. Two artists’ interpretations of love unfolding in God’s very own color-palette makes each of us a masterpiece.
Throughout our lifetime, therefore, our windows are brought to life by the light that other people shine on us. In this grace, they brighten up the Cathedral of [Please Insert Your Word Here. I suggest Humanity or Life or Love], our holiest place of worship.
I and you and we all have
But mine won’t shine
unless you shine
So when that moment finally comes
we’ll be blinded
for a bit
by the beauty
that neither of us could have conceived of
And when you turn away again
they’ll grow invisible to the world again
All that will be left of them then,
will be the fleeting memory
imprinted in the hearts
of all those who Saw.