spoken word – glimpses
I see what you’ve become
chasing clouds away to catch the sun
so my heart is lost
to hear you cry that life now gives you pain
look you instead
just one of your teardrops, holds the light of a rainbow
in glints the man that you could be
hints of you
not a boy swaddled coddled and intolerant
but a man, full of charity and kind
glimpses in the glory be, how god intended you