this universe is the gathering place
of a zillion bits of light
getting to know each other
so be on the lookout
for partial rainbows
who wouldn’t want to meet
something that uses
the sorrow of rain
to spread every color of joy
when the sun comes out?
neither stars nor the moon
can do that
and every rainbow I know
is aiming to finish
what it started
true lovers of God fully prostrate knees chest arms and face on grimy tile filthy carpet leaf litter even rough gravel to slather their affection onto Him with such feeling and practiced devotion t
your soul is like a horse that tires of the well-worn path to the trough the same dry oats and brittle straw the smell and gloom of a familiar stall the muscles of your chest pressing a little too har
pull and drip pull and drip pull and drip a golden smudge spreads across an arc of indigo sky the sun yellows the church tower chases candlelight back through windows and around the shadows of ruffled