It started with a rainbow.
It started with an earth-drenching flood, and then a rainbow.
It started with a story.
Once upon a time there was an earth-drenching, life-drowning primordial flood, and a white dove, and a simple promise written in a rainbow:
And of course we all believed.
Perfect stripes of patterned color fading into each other like smoke,
softening the heart with its enormity,
(Is it even really there?!)
And ever since that moment,
all the other moments of stripes in the sky, on wall across from windows, in a shiny, greasy puddles on the sidewalk…
all the other moments are reminders, reflections, of that first promise.
Refracted light manifesting color.
Color manifesting hope,
Hope manifesting faith, trust, beauty…possibility.
This is a story of the promise of possibility.
Mistakes and ill-intentions can be forgiven by the presence of an open-heart.
Love, though she may seem as intangible as stripes of muted color in the sky, is always available to us—
to give and to receive.
And some of the biggest promises are meant to be unconditional, no matter what.
The promise of a parent.email print