When I was a little girl age seven,
My friends across the street
Invited me to their church.
In Sunday School the room was filled
With children and a golden light
Shined through the windows.
One window square was bright yellow.
Then I saw a blue one, bluer than the sky.
Another red, glowing there caught my eye.
This was the beginning of my love for
Colored light and stained glass windows.
Simple squares.
Morning sunlight shining through them.
Symbols of Christ’s love beaming down on me.
This plain and simple thing brought about
A grand theme in my life.
Jesus is the light of the world
His light blesses me then and now
When you walk in God’s light
You can see more clearly how
He directs your path through the years
Of art and pain,
Leading to a teacher showing me the way
To create stained glass windows, and then
On an island shore far away, many years later
To honor and remember those who died in
A WWII battle there 50 years before,
It opened the eyes, blinded by war, that
Death is a reality no more.
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| The Window I designed for WWII memorial in the Island Chapel. Me with the male model for the kneeling soldier in center circle. |
