The Stained Glass of Her Heart
She walks in grace and beauty, cradling in her hands a mystery sustained. She approaches cautiously, painfully aware of her every paralyzing fears. She shifts her eyes nervously around waiting for the next attack. As she turns she gasps at the sudden realization of where she is, who she is, and what lies before her. Tears push past the crumbling walls as she breaks. She is now captivated by the vision before her. Could this really be him? The one? She feels everything around her stop moving as she locks into his gaze. She is enraptured by the full weight of his glory. Overcome she is drawn closer. When she reaches the throne, she extends her clenched fists. Glass falls engraving its existence upon her tattered hands. A sob escapes at the shattered remains of her heart scattered upon the steps. He leans down and wipes the stray tear from across her cheek. She sighs as his fingertip graces across her like velvet. He sweeps her up and settles her upon his throne. His gaze never leaves her as he bends down on weathered knees and embarks on collecting her heart from off the floor. As he places it together she cries out in pain as her existence and being is shifted. His blood stains her glass as it cuts his gentle hands. She collapses exhausted. He is done. He turns and places it upon her lap. It is stunning.
For he has presented the beauty of the stained glass of her heart.
