Metaphors Have Stained Glass Windows

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place.  A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse below and dreams of home.  ~Robert Brault

Museum Artifacts:

Some dreams are like a glassed in museum artifacts,

we can see it and ponder it's beauty, but we can never hold it in our hands.

A Nearby Explosion:

Memories are like a nearby explosion,

the moment it happens is brief, but the ringing in our ears can last a lifetime.

An Old Shirt:

Bitterness is like an old shirt,

the more you wear it the more comfortable it gets, and the stains become permanent.

A Passing Train:

Harsh words are like a passing train,

they pass us by harmlessly many times but when they hit us they are devastating.

A Burning Forest;

The gangs of the ghetto are like a burning forest,

they stand together in danger unable to run and that is where they shall fall.

A Repaired Leaky Roof:

Courage is like a repaired leaky roof,

you never know if it will hold strong until it rains.

That Fine Crystal Vase:

Sometimes love is like that fine crystal vase you always longed for,

when you finally have it you place it on a high shelf to protect it from breaking and its true beauty is never revealed.

A Handgun:

Power is like a handgun,

When it is used wisely it serves its purpose of protection, but when it is used carelessly it is a danger to us all.

Condensation:

Prejudice is like condensation on a window pane,

the difference in temperature makes it impossible for one side to see through to the other.

Wild Flowers:

Chances are like wild flowers,

they come and go with the seasons yet only we can decide to stop and pick them up.

Deep Splinters:

Mistakes are like deep splinters,

they enter our lives easily, but they are very hard to work out.

A Pin Drop:

Hope is like a pin drop,

it can fall in a room and never be noticed, yet it is still there just the same.

Stained Glass Windows:

Feelings are like stained glass windows,

everyone that looks through them views things a little differently, but when it is shattered we all see it is a crying shame.

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