It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
R A I N B O W
Today as I skip to the rhythm
of nursery rhymes and hop-scotch from Narnia
stories to fairy tales, I see a rainbow.
Perhaps because I have never seen
Jacob’s ladder, I imagine the rainbow
a Rapunzel’s braid of coloured hair,
and leaving behind my toys of gold
I climb it to reach the door-less
castle of the sky.
Perhaps it is something else, I think
God, in a moment of Disneyland fun
throws paints into the sky and then
rain – colours them into a rainbow.
And the ends of the rainbow
are like God’s two hands, holding
the pots of gold of my sister
and I, inviting us to play