Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
(from The Windows by George Herbert (1593-1633)
It’s amazing that silicon (the dust of the earth) ground, fired, broken, pounded, fired again, and fashioned into shapes which make no sense when seen in isolation, can become a message of beauty in a Master’s artist’s hands. But in the dark it cannot been seen.
It is the light that makes glass glorious.
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God makes everything brighter in His timing.
He is the light that shines through us and he has promised to never leave. Blessings on your day, Beatrix!