Stained Glass Procession Part 2

Ok so I'm gonna speed the whole increments thing up a bit. Mainly cause I've got another poem I wanna put up here after this. By the way if you're digging this, you're gonna love the next one. But don't let that distract you from this! Continue to read thoughtfully! So without further adieu. here's part 2.


Stained Glass Procession Part 2

...

They call it "training."

Progression towards the objective...
of finally getting it right.
Staging fake attempts of what it might be like.
So we're prepared for the worst going wrong,
'Cause it's the human mindset that reasons:
We're automatically prepared for the best going right.

While we're all scared to death of being happy.

(I'm glad she makes you happy.)


When practice had finished,
a long table was garnished
with bread and wine
and the other "necessities",
to celebrate the feeling of warm feet.
Collisions of crystal
broke the air,
and the ring the glass produced
was accepted
as dedication to the stars.

Stories were told
and made everyone "remember when..."
as well as
where and why.

And they all laughed.

But knew they could never
work like this.
Read from this script.
Act
like knowing that this role would be their last
made them happy.
They hadn't found the right eyes to stare into.

Not with the color of hazel
or blue
(and definately not brown)
but the color of inspiration.
The color that makes you want to stare at it through
transparent white.

(The talk of pupils always means tangents.)



You know the drill....

Good Providence