Monday, June 6, 2016

Pot of Gold

 We stood, straining to find the pot of gold where it seemed like the rainbow fell right in front of us!
 We were invited to enjoy a ride with friends on Grand River Cruises last evening to celebrate 50th birthdays.
The first hour was sunny after a rather rainy day...
...then a shower moved through beneath the sun...
...treating us to a spectacular double rainbow!

(read as four short poems or one four-stanza poem)

With strengths and weakness, gifts and flaws
We press toward love’s common cause
Between what will be and what was
We all are bound by this:
To be the best that we can be
Not by fate’s serendipity
But through faith’s kind humility
Thus bettering what is
So much beyond our full control
As we press to love’s common goal
Where all brokenness will be whole
And we, unscathed by fear
But in the meantime today waits
Like buds entwining rainbow-gates
Where if-then-when with dawn abates
For we make memories here
Summer, how soft and soon the thread
That bares its morn, noon, dusk is wed
To quickened Past; its pictures spread
Across landscapes of thought
Where here and now we hold the gold
That runs into the rigid mold
From whence rain and rainbow unfold
And leave us fully awed
The common goal of love is this
Not in Was or Will Be, but Is
Its multi-colored promises
Are supple yet strong-willed
For in the search to find the gold
That waits where rainbows lose their hold
We find but this; love’s common mold
Soft-waiting to be filled

© Janet Martin

Hi Brent, (he told me he'll be waiting to see some rainbow pictures;-)

  Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: 
Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 

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