DOUBLE RAINBOW

BY:  MARIBETH SCHLOBOHM

 

The skies were black and blue

Over a week now without reprieve and then,

Suddenly!

There was that moment of clearing, when

Everyone scurried to the stores,

Picking up supplies for the next bit of storm,

Blowing in from the mountains,

Bringing rain in buckets,

Baseball-sized hail, and

Wind faster than the speed limit.

 

Instead of scurrying with the rest,

I stopped outside the grocery and

Just looked up.

Wind whipping up again,

Pulling the flag of the United States

Fully unfurled in all its Old Glory,

Standing solemnly on its stark pole,

Against an ominous sky,

Encased in a double rainbow.

A breath-taking site, etched in my memory forever.

 

And, I knew then as I know now,

God is our only hope,

He is our only promise for this day,

He is my Savior and my protection, and

He is our shelter against all of life’s storms.

 

© 2005, Maribeth Schlobohm

All Rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DOUBLE RAINBOW [Maribeth Schlobohm] ~ POEM           1

 

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