Each hour hums hidden, harmonious parts.Dawn’s golden glow sets the tone.Mid-morning’s melody swells as chords connect.Noon’s refrain rests then repeats strong.Afterwork’s cadence slows, scales unwind.Golden notes sink, dusk softly fades.

Stained Light Blue shards splintered by inentional lies,Red glass cracked from fires we sparked,Violet dreams shattered, amber hope left sharp. We gather the jagged, each edge an allegory,Fingers gently sweep what we soiled,Wiping away blood, sweat, grit; the costly repair. From refuse, we raise stained-glass light,Fragments fused, sun streaming through scars,A united window, once broken…