The Rainbow

The arching rainbow cleared to trees and came to earth in the city,

The colours vibrant and the ghost of a second beginning to shine,

A vibration ran through me as I stared in awe and saw the truth that 

love and grace are all colours and so we celebrate our diversity as

the bow arches over a world divided by blindness to the power 

of the prism.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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