Rarely the rainbow

Rarely is a rainbow
as clear as we long for it to be.
Rarely does a rainbow
last for long, and yet --
we see, for just that instant,
that hope survives the darkness;
that somewhere there's still sun.

Quickly as a rainbow fades,
the revelation leaves.
Quickly as the gold darkens to gray,
the sense of wealth diminishes;
the vision of abundance gone;
sky closing in, the dark invades
the memory of light
and all is lost again...

Enfold, unfurl

Sharp yet tender fingers
enfold, embrace, protect, allow;
everything in its own time
to unfold.
Grace,
this is the model you endow:
we stop, arrested,
watch your garden glow,
and hope to learn
to see, to be,
to do and to undo
with patience;
to discover in ourselves
the strength and trust
to wait for the unknown
as it unfurls.