|Stained glass window in my childhood church, Indiana|
My Friday post was about doors, so it seems natural that I should follow up that discussion with a few thoughts about windows. If taking pictures of interesting doors captivates me on vacation, taking window pictures runs a close second. Peeking in or peering out, a window offers a glimpse into a different world, a fleeting chance to wonder about how someone else lives and dreams and loves. I particularly love these photos, taken in Greece because the linens are so beautiful!
Here's a final picture from Greece, with a beautiful clock on Santorini framed in a courtyard window.
|I couldn't resist adding this shot of my sweet Willow, who wishes she was on the outside looking in rather than the other way around!|
Because my blog wouldn't be complete without a poem, here's a nice Sunday-go-to-meeting poem for the day. I hope all of us have a chance to be this kind of window today...
Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?
He is a brittle crazy glass;
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,
Making thy life to shine within
The holy preachers, then the light and glory
More reverend grows, and more doth win;
Which else shows waterish, bleak, and thin.
Doctrine and life, colors and light, in one
When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe; but speech alone
Doth vanish like a flaring thing,