BY: MARIBETH SCHLOBOHM
The skies were black and blue
Over a week now without reprieve and then,
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
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DOUBLE RAINBOW [Maribeth Schlobohm] ~ POEM 1