Stain Glass: 1975_WaterColor1_Back by Carol Hershey

9/21/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo

I keep forgetting
To take in the stain glass city.
Instead, I see blackness everywhere
And doubt, and imperfection.
Well, when I look at the stain glass city,
I remember that glorious imperfections exist
In the arches and lines and colors and windows stained
Multi-browns, changing blues,
And calm selections of prayers.
I just keep forgetting.
I'm sorry.