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shining happy faces
like stained glass
dance in front of watery
haunted windows

i thought it'd be
better by now
it'd be easier
I'd be more flesh
& less ghost

bread & juice
sits on the table
while I fill my pain with
fashionable coffee
& cloying muffin

shiny faces
like confetti
on old pews
caught in
the fire of grace
in front of leaking
scarred windows

i thought a raindrop
would disappear
in the ocean
I'd be more a part and
less alone

bread and juice
sits on the table
while i horde
my unconfessed pain
covered with
fashionable sensitivity
& modern brands

soft faces
like new hope
in an old soul
catches
light of joy
in the depths of cleansed
unglazed windows

i thought it'd be
different by now
it'd be smoother
I'd be more peace
& less haunted