I was talking with my son about the way life works out. The daily round of events and occurrences great and small that seem to be scattered, like pieces of broken glass, across the table of time. Some events hit your life with all the destructive power of a truck at full speed. Caught in the emotions of the moment it is hard to see beyond the pain, the fear, or the grief. Some are joyous rays of light casting bright pools of colour in the shadows. Most are the simple small-doings of everyday.
Taken individually, like pieces of a puzzle, they can be difficult to interpret… a patch of featureless blue or indistinct green may be hard to place within the image… especially if you don’t know what the picture is to begin with. Yet with a little patience, the pieces can begin to fit together. A detail here, a match there, and you begin to see the sense in the colours, to get an inkling of what the picture may be.
I am reminded of this when I am wandering around the old churches with their beautiful stained glass. Look too closely and they are just fragments of colour, odd shapes and sizes with little meaning. Stand back a little and the picture becomes clear. You can see how the seemingly random shards have been pieced together by a master hand to produce a glowing jewel of an image.
Some windows are simple; easy to read, as the images are those we readily recognise from life. A face, a form, a creature or landscape. Others are abstract and require closer attention and more thought before the design becomes clear.
In some places, I see where fragments of glass have been salvaged from the destruction of history. There is no knowing what the original image may have been, yet the shards have been lovingly collected and fashioned into something new… different from the original design, but having a beauty all of its own when the light shines through.
All the fragments have their place. We may not always see the bigger picture to know where they are supposed to fit, especially when we are concentrating too closely on the details. They may seem as though they will never make sense, or even as if they do not fit our design at all. Sometimes it seems things need to be broken apart so, as a friend put it, the light can shine through. Even the most glorious window, after all, is colourless in the dark. It is only with the light that the beauty becomes visible. The fragments of glass may make the picture, but only the light behind it gives it life.
Our own lives are so much like these fragmentary shards, a jumble of bright and dark as we immerse ourselves in them, dwelling on the details and getting so close we have no hope of seeing what the picture holds. If we stand back a little we may get a better idea, seeing the traced design running through our days.
When you are lost in the events it is hard to make sense of them, but looking back you can sometimes see how all the pieces, light and dark, have their place and time, taking on a rhythm and a purpose, building up the picture that is our own becoming.
The Silent Eye 
This is so true and a good reminder on a melancholy Sunday morning. LIfe as a whole is good.
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It may be better than the alternative, at least for the moment 😉
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This is a beautiful post Sue , life like the stained glass needs the light to give it meaning. 💜
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Absolutely, Willow x
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💜💜👾
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Such a stunning post, Sue… made me think of all the jigsaw puzzles I love doing…
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And each one a reminder that the smallest pieces contribute to the whole 🙂
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That’s the best part for me…
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This is a thoughtful post, Sue. I love the comparison of life to stained glass. It’s so true.
I’ve sometimes thought of it like looking at the back of a tapestry, or embroidery. We can’t see where the threads go, nor the picture they make(at least, not mine) until we turn it over and see the whole.
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That is an excellent analogy, Viv.
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Beautiful analogy and reminder, Sue… ❤
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Thank you, Bette ❤
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Wonderful analogy, Sue!
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Thank you, Eliza.
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Yes. Yes! “The Hundred Little Things”. We speak the same thoughts. You wrote this beautifully, in a different way. Just wonderful!
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Thank you, Jennie…yes,the same hundred little things wear many faces.
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Indeed they do! 🙂
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A beautiful and thoughtful comparison, Sue! I tried to reblog it, but your reblog button didn’t work for me. ❤️
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Thanks, Michelle. I’m finding that with a lot of sites. A simple refresh of the page usually sets it right…otheriwse, I cut, paste and link back 😉
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It worked!
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Goodness knows what WP are playing at this time 😉
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A beautiful and thoughtful post from Sue Vincent.
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Absolutely gorgeous and so well phrased. One can have a sense of this, certainly in hindsight. Reading this here serves as a great reminder, for you have put it into words so beautifully!
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Thank you, Claire.
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