by Alan David Pritchard
In the beginning, a wind blew through the darkness,
and colours, hidden by night, suddenly grew
where there was light –
and bright they shone: red, yellow, blue:
A carnival of colours,
some bright and some odd –
dancing to a tune written by God.
when mankind found rainbows
he was blind to their sheen,
and saw, instead,
the gold in between,
or at the end, he wasn’t sure –
he tried to bend the rainbow till it tore,
till it broke, till he saw
only the colours of his own greed:
green for envy, purple for spite –
red for hearts that bleed.
Why do we always keep colours apart?
a blue team here, a yellow there, let’s not start
on black and white for goodness sake.
in the playground of life it is a mistake
to believe what we have been told:
Rainbows are not about gold
or treasure or things of sorrow,
but about hopes and dreams
and the promise of tomorrow.
God’s promise echoes through the years:
believe in rainbows, not greed nor fears –
believe and you will soon come to see
that rainbows are colours in harmony.
Open your eyes, open your ears –
listen to the colourful music of the spheres.
Alan David Pritchard is a novelist, poet, playwright and writer of teacher resource materials. Originally from South Africa, he now resides on the Isle of Wight.
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