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The outer ring of the rose window presents a solemn procession— figures of departing souls, in blue, moving inward while we mourners, in green, stare at the distant heavens. This is the moment of loss, when the world recedes and grief settles like a shadow. Whether mourning a person, a dream, or a former self, we begin here. Disoriented, aching, and still. The darkness of this ring reflects that suspended silence, where time stretches and hope feels unreachable; yet, there is an undercurrent of movement. Even in sorrow, something carries us forward. In the Requiem Mass, the Introit is a prayer of rest, but also a breath between the crying and the healing. The journey begins in darkness, but as light seeps in, transformation quietly takes root.

From the darkness, the second ring burns with quiet urgency. Small lights emerge—candles offered in prayer, flickering toward something unseen. These flames represent our reaching, our longing, our asking: for mercy, for clarity, for release. In sacred tradition, candles are lit as intercessions, each flame a cry for compassion. But this fire also refines. Here, we begin to name our sorrow, to speak it aloud, and to ask something, Divine or deeply human, to meet us in it. Flames consume, but they also illuminate. Mercy doesn’t erase pain; it moves with it, lighting the path forward. This is the first glimmer of transfiguration: the embers of hope taking shape in the aftermath of loss.

At the third ring stands the throne—dignified, weighty, unflinching. In the Requiem, this is the moment of judgment: a reckoning where truth is revealed and nothing is hidden. The throne suggests Divine authority, but also personal accountability. Even outside of faith, grief brings its own interrogation. Why did this end? Was it my fault? What remains now? This ring confronts the burden of reflection, the sharp edge of self-scrutiny; yet, judgment is not only condemnation, but clarity. To be seen fully, by God, by others, or by ourselves, is terrifying. But in that seeing, an unexpected grace can arise. Here, we begin to shed the illusions that once shielded or restrained us and step closer to something more honest, more lasting.

A dove rises in the fourth ring—wings born of Scripture, suspended in light. This ancient symbol carries both sacred and universal meaning: purity, peace, and the quiet nearness of the Divine. It marks a turning point. Grief, though still present, begins to soften. We have passed through sorrow and survived. This is not healing in full, but the first hint of its arrival. The dove, in its stillness and grace, reminds us we are not alone. The Sanctus is a cry of reverence, and here, reverence is found in survival—in breath, in beauty, in the fragile belief that tomorrow might hold something good. The journey continues, not untouched by pain, but carried by hope.

This fifth ring is marked by palms—fronds of resilience and arrival. In Scripture, they greeted a Savior with cries of “Hosanna,” a symbol of victory even as suffering approached. Here, the palms speak universally. These trees grow in harsh places, stretching toward light through heat and drought. In our Requiem’s journey, this is where the desert begins to bloom. We may not be whole, but we are moving forward. The Benedictus blesses not only the Divine who comes, but the part of us that is still open to growth, to joy, to hope. This symbol reminds us that endurance is sacred. Life persists, green and unwavering, even when the world around us feels dry and desolate.

Here stands the cross in the sixth ring—not a distant icon, but a stark, intimate shape against a pale sky. It marks the place of sacrifice, surrender, and mystery. In sacred tradition, this is where the Lamb of God bears the weight of the world.  Even beyond theology, the cross speaks. It is the meeting point of pain and purpose: vertical and horizontal, heaven-reaching and earth-rooted. It is the shape of love laid bare. This movement rests in the paradox of sacrifice: that in giving, something deeper is received. The Agnus Dei pleads for peace, for rest. The cross reminds us that our wounds, while painful, often reveal what we hold most dear.

A crown of thorns encircles the seventh ring—but, within it blooms a rose. We are not in paradise yet. The thorns still pierce, sorrow still lingers, but beauty refuses to stay buried. The Responsory is a plea for deliverance: from despair, from fear, from the ache that feels unending. The rose does not deny the pain; it rises in defiance of it. Healing does not erase suffering; it grows beside it. This symbol reminds us that nothing is wasted—not loss, not failure, not longing. Every wound tells a story.  It’s through that ache, not around it, that we move closer to transformation.  Rooted in endurance, we are carried by hope.

Description goes herAt the center of the window, three interlocking circles shine—radiant, eternal, whole. In Christian tradition, they represent the Trinity Knot: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—Divine unity, perfect love. Beyond doctrine, the symbol speaks to completeness, to community, to the enduring nature of connection. We have passed through sorrow and struggle. Now, we arrive at peace. In sacred terms, this is paradise. In human terms, it is the moment when love outshines loss. The circles move inward and outward infinitely like unending memory and legacy. They remind us that grief reshapes us, but does not define us. It clarifies. It connects. It returns us to what matters most. In this final movement, we are led gently home.