"I will hew great windows for my soul,
Channels of splendor, portals of release;
Out of earth's prison walls will I hew them,
That my thundering soul may push through them;
Through the strata of human strife and passion
I will tunnel a way, I will carve and fashion
with the might of my soul's intensity
Windows fronting on immensity,
Towering out of time.
I will breathe the air of another clime
That my spirit's pain my cease
That the being of me may meet God's eyes and know;
I will hew great wondrous, wonderful windows;
Measureless windows for my soul."
Charles E. Cohenour Sr.
