Stained Glass

Whisper words like “virgin” and watch
as images dance through their minds

of white satin gloves,
of innocent deer,
of crystal clear glass.

Write it on my i.d. or social,
but leave it off my nametag, please,

for I am a virgin,
but I am not white, am not
satin, am not
a deer.

I am

such very
stained
glass.

How many men have held these hands?
And how many odes
have said hands written?
How many times have I
handed my heart
away?

How many men have held my love handles?
How many bodies have handled my breasts? All the
best of my dreams have starred so many different
persons.

I

have had so many hopes in far
too many up’s,
and I am too short now to
get them all down. I am
small.

I cannot place hopes anywhere,
for I have placed them everywhere-
My hope is shattered, wind-blown glass.

I am no satin,
no deer. I am

such very
stained
glass.

6 thoughts on “Stained Glass

  1. I just want you to know that you were created by God, you are unique, you are special and you are dearly loved. God loves you. Jesus died on the cross and paid for all of your sins. When you confess your sin, repent, ask God to forgive you and you trust in Jesus ( his Virgin birth, sinless life, death on the cross, resurrection from the dead and his seat on the throne of God – ruler of heaven and earth) you will be saved. God will adopt you into his family, forgive all your sins, give you a brand new life and eternal life- when you die you will have a home in heaven. Won’t you trust in Him today? Bible verses: Romans 3:10, 3:23, 1 John 1:8, 9, John 3:16,17 Ephesians 2:8, 9, Romans 10:9, 10:13 1 Corinthians 5:17

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    • Hey there, Terri, yes? Thanks for checking out my blog!
      And thank you for your active concern for me.
      The voice of this poem seems like she’s been bothered by the discrepancy between how her level of sexual experience is quantified in society and what she knows her level of innocence is in her heart, and she’s expressing disturbance at the practical effect her actions have had- She is experiencing herself to be, not unworthy of, but literally incapable of monogamous love. And she certainly is finding some of her identity here. Given how open and bothered she sounds, it seems like she’s in a place where she’d be open to discussing how exactly Christ and the gospel provides practical hope and wisdom for these frustrations, whether she’s a Christian or not. So, as the author of this poem, I’m glad this poem was moving to you in such a relevant way.
      You might enjoy some of the poems in the “Gospel, Scripture” category on the right hand side of the page! Thanks so much for reading and commenting! And for the follow, I see!

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