STAINED GLASS

A beauty that emerges only after being broken.

A shattered soul transformed into something extraordinary. Each fracture that holds a memory-silence seared by fear, pain carried in quiet endurance. The shards remain sharp-edged and fragile, molded by sheer perseverance.

It might not be luminous enough to glow on its own. Yet, it becomes most breathtaking when light dares to pass through its cracks. What was once broken begins to illuminate-colors emerging where damage once existed. Suffering reshapes perception: how the world is seen, how love is understood, how hope is finally allowed to exist.

An injured soul does not lose its worth. It learns to live in shadow, believing dimness is a form of salvation. And still, even in darkness, the fragments retain their color, waiting only for the moment light arrives.

Not to erase the cracks.
Not to mend what was broken.
But to stand between the soul and the dark.

And when light finally finds its way through, the broken does not vanish-it transforms. Pain becomes a prism. Wounds become windows. What once seemed ruined turns radiant.

It was never meant to shine alone; but a single, unwavering beacon of light can bring it to life.