Already A Rainbow

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“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. ”

-Lord Byron

As much as human nature pushes us to seek perfection, right now being the rainbow must not be seen as a destination.

Being a rainbow is a much softer, gentle endeavor.

To be a rainbow, in the storms of a pandemic, means to find a momentary break in the clouds each day.

A rainbow cannot be held, it cannot last forever, but it can provide a glimpse of peace.

A rainbow permits a peek at the hope and potential that is always right there in the rain.

We started this rainbow project over a week ago, and it still hangs there in our kitchen unfinished. Maybe next week we will finish it, and hang it out front for our neighbors to see. But for right now, it is something already complete: a beautiful intention.

Go easy on yourself and others.

You do not need to be a compete rainbow to tint tomorrow with your prophetic ray of hope.

 

 

 

The Late Evening Sun

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She sits on the stoop, head tilted to the sky,

As the late evening sun breaks through the cloudy day,

Before turning in for the night.

The air is crisp,

She pulls her hands neatly into her lap.

Her newly planted seeds beside her,

Buried by her chubby finger carefully poked into the soil.

Left to rest there with her faith in its power to grow.

The seeds down too deep to feel the touch of the sun,

But not too deep to be forgotten by my daughter, who keeps them company.

I am struck by this vision of her and her seeds sitting on the stoop.

Her grandfather, my father, lies like those seeds under soil.

He passed before she was born.

She will never run to him down that path when he pulls up from NY.

When he comes to visit,

He will come like the late evening sun at the end of a long cloudy day.

And  I will be sitting there beside her

With his faith in our power to grow here ,

Without him.