Looking through the stained glass window
Squinting to see
Gazing up at the portrait
envisioning what its like to be
cradled in somones arms
Just to be
Floating by the flying babies
Kneeling at the bottom of the cross
Wanting and waiting
To be frozen in time
Staring out
Listening to the clocks chime
Basking in the glory
Of being chosen to be
Stuck for all time
In the windowpane
