We write the Rainbows that make our children sing,
witness to a broken world
of fear
hate
mighty crush the weak,
damnation and wrong.
Our Rainbows carry no pain,
killing, and death,
so you don’t have to shrink from them
without hope,
lacking love.
Our Rainbows display bands of
kindness
acceptance
affirmation,
that place warm and snug.
We write the Rainbows
that delight our Father up there,
replacing the look down here
for yet another snare.
Our Rainbows strike into our very souls,
suitable places
for the spirit
not haughty or proud,
open to others,
with sympathy
compassion
empathy,
and love.
Our Rainbows have to be with us
so we can all
hear the birds sing,
feel warm sun on our cheek,
a cool breeze when we need one,
the rise of the meek.
We write the Rainbows
to make places
full of colors
nurture,
and peace.
Copyright 2014 by Thomas Martin Sobottke
Tom this poem is one of the best you have
written and was very moving. It communicates thoughts and feelings I can’t
seem to convey but would love to. I used to
write poetry all the time but it has been years.