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, 

Phil.3:13

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