Surprised By Grace

On seeing a rainbow over Waikiki beach in early December morning









 

THEN.

Native Indian legend says that Colors would quarrel, each boasting of its worth.

Suddenly, thunder and lightning. Followed by Rain.

Rain intervened, admonishing them, Be One, yet distinct and separate as a color. Doing as they were told, Colors united and joined hands.

Rain continued, From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. 

TODAY.
The lore persists. Grace festoons the sky.

All is calm. All is bright.

The waters run through Rainbow's End in heavenly peace.