The Rainbow and its Gold
Outside above the canyon a rainbow glows bright.
At the end of the rainbow they say that there is a pot of gold.
I never found that gold, but I was given something far better.
It shimmers and glows bright in its own steady light—
A beacon of hope and resiliency is that rainbow--
The inspiration to discover one's most loved color.
In sweeping brush strokes across the once empty canvas of the sky,
A medley of color creates anew
For all those who have come before and all those who will follow.
Ephemeral, fleeting, and effervescent—a translucent and transcendental
Memorial of beauty profound.
My heart leaps up when I behold that rainbow in the sky.
That guiding medley of colors that gave boldly both such comfort and courage;
Oh how meager is the glow of gold by comparison.
With a shift in the sun's light, the rainbow wanes, fading then,
Before my eyes, vanishing into haze above the canyon
But I see still that rainbow yet.
And it is far far brighter than the pot of gold.