Stained glass Muse

I had no idea what to make of 

the background of 

this painting 

I just completed. 

It just drew itself. 

My son, though, gave me the idea that 

she was standing before a stained glass wall, and, 

the rest of the story  just wove itself into

my imagination!

So, please do read the story that goes with her.

Let me begin with Tennyson’s words,

“Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,

Stains the white radiance of Eternity,”

 

Before the stained glass, she stood...

She stood there trying to capture the last sight of him 

 

as he slowly receded out of view. 

 

Her face mirrored the helplessness 

 

and the inevitability of parting.

 

eyes glancing backwards..

I wanted to tell her, 

 

“No parting is for ever,

And , all divergence meets in a round world. ” 

 

In the words of Anne Ridler.

 

Will my words comfort her, I wondered. 

 

Did I believe in them myself?

Yes, I did.

 

So, hopefully they will meet again.

 

Sometime. 

 

Someplace.

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