Listening to the priest speaking about the troubles in the world, her eyes settle on a patch of coloured light hovering over the stone floor beside him.
How could such shapes of beauty be framing such acts of barbarism?
The congregation stand to pray, and their heartfelt silent appeal rises up through the coloured glass, and stretches it’s hand to the light.
We share this beautiful world with each other, and with its wildlife.
We all make mistakes, but each day a new sun rises, and we have a new chance.
‘I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, he can work through anyone.’
Francis of Assisi