Something sacred

Summer evening
after dinner
the three of us
are riding home
through the countryside

late-day sun
is amber-bright
when giant raindrops
begin to slap
against the windshield

Raining while the sun shines,
says my husband
from the passenger seat
(I’m in the back;
the boy is driving)
—there’s got to be a rainbow
around here somewhere

The boy makes the left turn
—There it is, he says

wide shimmering bands
hanging in the air
like a gossamer curtain
touching the road
right before us

breathless, we ride
right through it
to find another
and another
just ahead

so many rainbows
gleaming down through
the trees
over the fields

heaven’s glory bending
to caress the earth
a prismatic promise
poured out

all along
our way home

At the end of the rainbow. Mara ~earth light~. CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.

I didn’t get photos, alas, but the rainbows touching the road before us yesterday evening happened to be near the spot where my husband and I saw an eagle sitting majestically by the roadside back in early 2019. In this picture the background is dark whereas our scenery was vivid green in the amber-gold light of late day… but there’s an eagle, and the sojourning child carrying solace and security in the form of a teddy bear in a backpack speaks to me.

Something sacred is in this place.

3 thoughts on “Something sacred

  1. To me, it is sacred to see a rainbow. My husband and I have a favorite spot where we have pulled over more than once to capture a rainbow. Yes, sacred moments to breathe in and notice.

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  2. This is sheer beauty in imagery and language. You paint it with all sacredness. It’s absolutely a mindful moment of looking for that rainbow, knowing it’s there, seeking and seeing. It’s knowing a promise and witnessing the miracle.

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  3. Fran, such beautiful imagery, especially “like a gossamer curtain” and great dialogue draw me in to your “breathless” search of a rainbow, which to me is sacred, also.

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