SKY FULL OF RAINBOWS

my beloved Wickanninish

posted for Poets United Sunday Poetry Pantry
and reposted for Poetry Jam

(thoughts while walking the dog, looking up from my worries
to see more than one rainbow in the sky - glorious!)
January 25, 2006

When you are hanging onto
the very last edge
of the edge
of the skinniest branch
and you feel your grasp

slipping,
look up!
There's a sky full of rainbows,
row upon row of them,
shining up there,
to tell you that
all will be well
all will be well
all will be exceedingly well.
God's in His heaven
in the so clear air,
and all will be
exceedingly well.

When the grayest of rain clouds
has just dumped its deluge
upon you,
and you are mopping your eyes
and wringing out your hair,
look quickly!
You just might glimpse
the shine of angel wings
hovering there,
at the very edge of
your peripheral vision,
to encourage you and I
that, on the other side
of this trauma
or sadness or challenge,
the radiant dawn
of a brand new day
lies somewhere
waiting,
just waiting
to break across your
morning sky.

When you have reached
the very limit
of what you feel you can
or should
withstand,
when the stress has
weighed you down so far,
you're not sure exactly
how you will
pull through,
go out to where the water
meets
the mountain.
See the waterfall
tumble down its slopes
for you.
Watch the eagle
lift out of the mist
into the shrouded skies.
Take a deep breath
and believe,
just like the eagle,
your spirit, too,
your spirit once more
will rise.