Stained Glass

Smooth windowpane
Transparent
Simple

Until shattered
pieces lying scattered across the floor

I kneel among the fragments
Hands trembling
Fingers bleeding as I try to repair what once was

Impossible?
Abandon hope?
Impossible to abandon hope.

A new construction then
Slivers and shards placed in careful sequence
A new work of love
No longer transparent
No longer simple
But now more beautiful than before
A stained glass masterpiece