The stained glass windows
God has turpentine the walls
And brushed out the cobwebs
And wax polished the floors
But he always resists in cleaning
The outside stained glass windows
That filled his heart with light
Even under the darkest throws
Of some evil godforsaken night
poem by Mark Heathcote
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