Prism

Warm white beams stream through the glass unnoticed
Filling the room with light and past shadows missed.

Concealing their splendor, they follow strict instructions
But glory uncovered, in an instant, gives introduction.

Invisible, yet present, like a spirit you know is there
Colors shy and reserved are now bold in prism’s snare.

Seven friends appear—who amaze, dance, boast, and play
Holding hands, they move and promenade for their brief stay.

Light’s soul infrequently graces the world with its rays
Just like people, who conceal their rainbows in jars of clay. ¹

1. 2 Corinthians 4:7

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