Photo by Rita Bourland © 2011
The Rainbow’s End
I ran for hours
across fields and paths
strewn with rocks
and twigs,
intent on finding the end of the rainbow,
reaching the crest of a ridge
I was lifted on a
glorious song,
I heard the music
of peace,
I felt the presence
of God,
I saw truth
swirling
in bursts of color,
I savored the
essence of love,
I smelled the earth
as it rose
up to touch the
heavens,
where all things
joined
in a perfect moment,
a rainbow moment,
a fleeting reminder
of all things
powerful and pure.
Rita, this poem's message is so very intense in its use of all the senses. It is truly miraculous when we open up ourselves and our senses to all that surrounds us. The beauty is overwhelming, humbling and glorious. You capture the complexity of life in your poems with such ease, and you help us feel what you are feeling deep within. How lucky your readers are. Incredibly crafted poem. Thank you - your words are a blessing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Rainbows are incredibly magical. I often wonder how many writers have pondered their mystery in their prose.
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