"Hold it up to the light," he said.

The small boy had to lift his head

To see all the color of the sky

Coming through glass to greet his eye.

The glass was blue, and red, and blue.

The boy took on the color, too,

Or gave it with his wondering sight.

The color of the sky was light.

For an instant he was everyone,

All brothers of the brother sun

Who stare up from the floor to find

Meaning beyond the moment's mind.

The man who held the glass up stood

Quizzical, tender, patient, good,

With mischief and with mystery

Explaining what a boy might see

On whom the Light shines through glass

That changes it and lets it pass.

Yet all he did to glass to change

The everlasting Light from above

Had been to color it with love,

Faith, beauty, heart, hands, head-

Hold it up to the Light," he said.