Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief,
Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss.
Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet
faces now facing an enemy grown by greed.
The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling
their palette of colours as it stretched until
it sank into the seething sea, and shared its
delight in the writhing waves of the sea water.
I reached for a brush and paper wanting to
replicate the delicate hues, and share my own
pleasure in a prism given to us signifying that
God’s creation is a gift that cannot be compared.
I lay and watched and thoughts flowed through a
third eye to another place. There, there is water
and a dome of coloured rocks and everywhere
dancing painted arcs that ripple and flow with
every combination and complication forming
and reforming red, gold, fern green, palest pink,
prime colours and even those we cannot see,
as if a paint chart is playing its own concerto.
I opened my eyes and the sky was going grey,
the loss of the grace of that moment grieved
by the heart, yet still in my mind’s eye it lived,
and over the horizon a growing darkness filled
the skies and brought me back to the gloom
of dying children and forest fires breaking
the chain of life and deepening the crush of
a changing climate that will cause a cataclysm.
From a grateful gift of grace I walked on
with a rainbow of hope pulsing with the
rays of refracted sunlight, a lighthouse
of hope in a dark and troubled moment.