Rainbow’s End
I came upon a rainbow’s end that seemed
to have sprung full grown from a little field
and launched itself up to the sky and on
beyond the far horizon. Grass stalks gleamed
with all the colors, spread out like a shield
upon the short-cropped ground. Then it was gone,
but not the bow. I traced it as it streamed
up, out, and far away until, concealed
behind a hill, it came to rest upon
some unseen footing, suddenly bright-beamed
as I had briefly glimpsed it there revealed
before me on that sun-baked, grassy lawn.
Each rainbow is a revelation, memed
down to us, an ethereal bridge to yield
a link between things near and things beyond,
assuring us that all will be redeemed
one day, and all that’s broken will be healed,
and there is Good News yet to come. Press on.
T. M. Moore is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, a spiritual fellowship in the Celtic Christian tradition. He and his wife and editor, Susie, make their home in the Champlain Valley of Vermont.
Thank you, Mr Moore, for the lovely sentiments of this skilful and well-expressed poem. I love the rhyme scheme, including the way you give yourself some latitude with the third-line rhymes, and the terse ending! Best wishes, Bruce