When I open the lid to my coffin, what will I find? Perhaps a reflection of the life I seek through a misunderstanding of who I am. But, nonetheless, it still shadows me, taints me, and manipulates my thinking. I am forever lost.
For the hand of Christ has swept upon this face, lending me the colors I have longed to see. The purpose I have longed to live. And the love I have longed to feel.
Alas! I am no longer the embalmed carcass of my own fading dreams, fueled by drug induced sorrow.
And so, as I peer through this stained glass window today, I see shapes of colors—separated from one another. But today, I have the power to mend them with a mind of clarity and a heart of ash.