The Stained Glass Window

This poem is dedicated to Becky and the memory of her dear friend.

The Stained Glass Window

There's a huge hole in my chest and I can't breathe;
I've known for three days now and still can't believe.
Each time I try to swallow this lump in my throat,
It seems to get bigger and I think I will choke.

How many diamond shapes are in the stained glass window?
How many colors are there? I really need to know.
I've counted all the pews and the hymnals at their backs.
Their gold embossing's faded and the bindings are cracked.

Breathe in slowly while counting to ten.
Breathe out slowly while counting again.
Concentrate on the window while breathing in and out.
I still can't believe what this is all about.

What is he saying? I can't make out the words.
There are wails and sobs inside me, waiting to be heard.
Beneath the stained glass window is the casket of my friend.
We're burying her today, but is this really the end?

The Lord has promised a mansion to every one of us.
I know that He will keep His word for He is fair and just.
My best friend is in Heaven now; she had to go too soon.

But Jesus has given her free reign to decorate my room.
She knows my likes and dislikes; we have the same tastes.
We'll be together again in Heaven one day Thanks to Jesus' precious grace.

Terri Wright Copyright 1999