Stained Glass

for Alan

I have planned my cathedral for these many years.
I know the pews, the kneelers, the tiles on the floor.
I know the stone: its color, its touch, its smell.
I know the loft, the sanctuary, all the many lamps.

But the windows elude me, and without windows, without
Light, there is no life in a cathedral. Certainly,
I have found a few, and orange light, blue light, red light,
greens and yellows, stream down from those that I have found.

But there can always be more windows.
There will always be more windows to find.
No matter how many stories I build,
No matter how many cathedrals, there will
always be more.