Sunday morning very bright came in and I made pictures Made pretty window pictures Made pretty pretty pictures While in the streets, while in the streets Still jagged ice and soldier boots Still icy icy clutching fear Still salted shards, still tears like sleet Still blue-cold songs, still fall-down-slick hope-crusted trampled streets. Still pretty pretty light came in, still I made pretty pictures. (From Hymn by Peter, Paul & Mar y . Br ight colored windows at our church but Sunday I stayed home. )