The Yellow Window
As the sun rises over a flat barren land, it’s light passes through a yellow stained glass window
In that moment its light becomes distorted
It is no longer the light of the sun
The yellow light shines onto a blue carpeted floor
Long thin shadows wave back and forth over the yellow light
Could it be the shaking of a bare tree’s branches?
Or perhaps, a thousand arms waving to greet you?
Maybe it’s tall blades of grass, swaying in the wind?
Any of these answers would be correct
And all of them are God.
