These twelve windows let in a single light.
But further refracted by the fiery glass.
Though histories may multiply in our sight,
we see as one and in one looking-glass.
These twelve windows let in a single light.
Even as our eyes trace the tiffany panes--
richly stained-- icons for the faith--
--a confusion of colors-- there yet remains
our grand intention, subtle as a wraith.
These twelve windows let in a single light.