Rainbow
If I were to look inside a rainbow
what sight would I find to astonish me?
Would there be a klatch of bright elves below
with brimming buckets and brushes in hand?
Would they giggle and sing as they painted
colors of the rainbow's mystic aura
with a linen drop cloth well-acquainted
with dribbles and leaks of the artist's stroke?
Would their casual conversation weave
tales of magic places and pots of gold
that a few unhappy humans believe
could be found to abolish all their woes?
I should like to think that the cheery elves
delight in creating rainbows of hope
to inspire mere mortals to love themselves
and rejoice in God's mysterious ways.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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