A Space for Rainbows

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago after seeing a rainbow. I’m so ready for Spring and warmth! But this will have to do while we wait for the changing of the seasons. Enjoy!

Glorious moment, when color compliments the seemingly endless sky. Color. Beauty. Grandeur. A rainbow in the sky foretelling a silent beauty.

You must be looking, you must be observing to notice that silent and beautiful thing in the sky.

After the storm, beauty.

After the chaos, beauty.

A reminder of what is always pulsing through the universe, if only we observe.

If only we look up from our life at the grandeur that is nature.

If only we set aside our smart phone and computer and iPad, and instead, listen. Stop. Look. Wonder.

I wonder, indeed, if such things are dying with technology….the dying of the light, the death of beauty, not because it’s fading, but because we stopped looking, stopped wondering, stopping reaching our heads and heart beyond what is, into what is possible.

The possibility of wonder and beauty.

Of color in the sky that tonight was not missed, but seen.

And beheld.

And felt.

In that moment…pure joy…pure color.