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Hard on the heart are those hurtful moments
Clothed in the past. A nostalgic instant recall
Prompted by something as innocent as snowfall
Seen through a stained glass window that takes
You on a journey in time to a place long forgotten
That suddenly materialises giving rise to a tear.
Oh, the snow that night, the carol service and the
Girl in your arms. Where did she go and why now
Does she come to life to haunt you? Same church
Yes, but she's not here and yet everything else is
The same. So complete that you might be forgiven
For thinking that at any moment the great church
Door will open and everything will be as it once
Was all those years ago.
But no, that can never happen now. Look again at
The stained glass window. The snow has stopped
Now and with it all possibility of love's revival. She
Will not be coming to the service tonight and her
Memory like the snow will soon melt and all will be
Back to normal. Normal that is, until the next time
You are in church and the vicar chooses a hymn that
Happens to be one of her favourites, when once again
You will remember the stained glass window and the
Snow and wish to God you could turn the clock and
The snow back to happier times.
© Joseph G Dawson