And God said, "This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you
and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come.
I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be a sign of the covenant
between me and the earth.
Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds,
I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind.
Genesis 9:12-15
And so, with the thermometer hovering at 20 degrees and icicles in my window I picture rainbows and my mind drifts to this hoopeful prayer.
Reaching for Rainbows
(from Reaching for Rainbows by Ann Weems)
I keep reaching for rainbows…
Thinking one God’s morning
I will wakeup with rainbow ribbons in my hair,
With hurts painted over in hues that only angel wings could brush,
Black obliterated, chaos hurled beyond the rainbow and my vision,
The world created in a myriad of colors;
The hungry fed,
The dying held,
The maimed walking,
The angry stroked,
The violent calmed,
The oppressed freed,
The oppressors changed,
And every tear wiped away,
I keep reaching for rainbows,
But instead of colors in our storm,
Gray and black infiltrate, dirtying the sky,
And I hear human voices wailing in the darkness,
The never-ending darkness…
Just the same
I know the promise of the rainbow.
I keep thinking I will turn the corner one day
And find a litany of rainbows
Flung across the sky,
Hosannaing back and forth
Through all the ages and
Out into the eternity forever amen!
Every tear wiped away-
It’s a promise-
When we become rainbows to each other.
(from Reaching for Rainbows by Ann Weems)
I keep reaching for rainbows…
Thinking one God’s morning
I will wakeup with rainbow ribbons in my hair,
With hurts painted over in hues that only angel wings could brush,
Black obliterated, chaos hurled beyond the rainbow and my vision,
The world created in a myriad of colors;
The hungry fed,
The dying held,
The maimed walking,
The angry stroked,
The violent calmed,
The oppressed freed,
The oppressors changed,
And every tear wiped away,
I keep reaching for rainbows,
But instead of colors in our storm,
Gray and black infiltrate, dirtying the sky,
And I hear human voices wailing in the darkness,
The never-ending darkness…
Just the same
I know the promise of the rainbow.
I keep thinking I will turn the corner one day
And find a litany of rainbows
Flung across the sky,
Hosannaing back and forth
Through all the ages and
Out into the eternity forever amen!
Every tear wiped away-
It’s a promise-
When we become rainbows to each other.
Rainbows....not a bad thing to be thinking about on a cold January day at the beginning of a New Year that promises more storms both domestic and international.

4 comments:
Nice Chuck. I sang a lot of Rainbow Connection over different times in my life. Once I brought Pluto the puppet to sing that song at a job interview.
Ha! John sings it too. We will have to hear a duet from you guys when we see you.
These late year blog entries are just a series of one rainbow after another! I can't wait to see you guys down here for singing and dancing. Over Christmas my step father told a story of how his parents during the Depression had one of the best times of their lives. They were lucky enough to have part time work and were only barely making ends meet, but felt abundant in that. And all worries of keeping up with others went away. He thought they were more grateful for their lives during that time than they were at any other.
Hey Isaac! I'm looking for ideas and images for John 17, For Sunday May 23. Larry Isbell Janetti600@comcast.net
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