Thursday, November 5, 2026

September 30, 2026, Poetic Asides Purpose

 

Hope in the Grand Design

 

The rainbow shone like a spotlight

on the gray ripples of the sea.

The mountains loomed

like sleeping monsters.

The gray clouds hovered above me.

 

The hope of the rainbow overpowered

the seriousness of the mountains

and the gloominess of the clouds and sea,

and I desired to shine and cheer

through the grayness like the rainbow.

 

But mountains, clouds, and sea

are part of the grand design.

So, when I’m not shining and cheerful,

but serious, or even gloomy,

I know I still have a purpose.

 

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