The Technicolor Sky
August 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
On the way into work this morning, I saw a fragment of a rainbow. I say fragment because it was almost a straight line that seemed to begin in midair and end there as well. That fragment inspired this fragment.
Rainbows (a Poetic Fragment)
God’s hand reaching down
The calm after the storm.
Comforting the frightened child
That all is well.
As anger dissipates
And gray once more returns to blue
Buoyant technicolor fragment
Erases hopeless sky of black and white.
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