Stained Glass Windows

Our monastery church is filled with beautiful stained glass windows, each one casting its own quiet story in color and light. After midday prayer, I often sit for a moment on my bench and simply look around. When the sun is shining, I like to look up toward the dome. There, the light reflects the stained glass in soft, shifting patterns—an unexpected echo of color overhead.

It’s a small daily ritual, but it never fails to draw me back to the beauty of God. In those brief, luminous moments, the church feels wrapped in a reminder of His presence.