Born Broken, Still Broken

I see with my eyes glory shattered and yet to be redeemed

I believe we were once prisms to shine the light of God's glory

But one day we didn't want to be prisms any longer

So our forms shifted

and cracked

and broke

We were hidden in the darkness, filtering night into an inky-blackness

And when the light came we were unsure how to react

Until our pieces were retrieved from the corners of the Prison of the World

We were hammered, hardened, cooled, and dyed.

Our bodies ached out of weakness

But in our brokenness, we could not see how beautiful we had become

For once we were prisms shattered, and glass lost

But now we are stain-glassed windows held high above the searching masses

And what color

What inspiration

What comfort we give

When the light shines through these broken pieces.