Stained Glass Harvest: Science Fiction

The stained glass windows shone like gold as the late autumn light poured through them, making the sheaves of wheat glow from within with a holy light that he'd never seen in actual harvests, not even by day's end, when the suns sank lower in the sky and everything seemed to be a little brighter. The weariness and the pain in his back by that time was enough to make him ignore any such signs and look only for his chit to get a draft of beer from the tavern. It was little enough, and he knew it, knew somehow within himself that working th harvest was a hard enough job that payment should be more than a trencher of bread with stew and--

Inspiration: Stained glass wheel.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Ah, subsistence colonization. That's gotta suck. Kinda interesting to read about, though. I really like the title....