#21 Dirt to Bursting Light

My glass You've lit from the inside.  Now I glow blues, greens, yellows.

Each day You make me layers cleaner, glassier, babier.  One day soon, You'll make me so translucent that all that's seen is the colors.  No more of my smudges, just You.

I've grown accustomed to my smudges.  Shine them out of me.  Burn them out of me.  Your light is all I'm made for.