Glass stained of marrow

 
with the oppression
of sin
cast upon her
she reached out
to grasp
the robe of god
to have something
to hold onto
and found
nothing
her faith
thin
and frail
as parchment
aged
by the pyre
her only light
snuffed
by the wax
she finds
a familiar
[dis]comfort
in the darkness

from Sid & Mary (Opal ) Terry Smith