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Rainbows

In the midst of happy memories  The tears arrive unbidden As if joy has learnt to live through tears Is that why we have rainbows To teach that everything coexists The Storms and the Sun share the same sky The happiness of shared memories And the sadness of loss All live in the same heart Is that why the smiles and tears come all at once To show us that Nothing whole remains unbroken  And nothing broken is ever lost Grief and Love are the same  Just in different forms  One is, so the other is Tears and Smiles...Love and Grief The Rainbows in our lives

Rain...Life

The Heavens open up, Finally... As if they can no longer hold back As if they know They held back way too long Now there's no relenting They pour as if that's all they can do Sometimes, a steady downpour, Sometimes, a quiet drizzle  Stopping now and then to catch a breath The Earth parched and thirsty  Takes it all in...Life depends on it  The thick black clouds hover and linger  Dark. Brooding. Contemplating. Lightning and Thunder withdraw  The Sun and Moon step back too Letting the Clouds have their way The Heavens open up like never before As if they know They held back way too long The waters fall and stumble  Sometimes harming all that stands in their way Sometimes cooling all that simmered once Some good, some bad...some raging on They must learn to flow... To flow gently... Carving new crevices and paths  The waters learn to flow...to flow quietly  Life learns to flow too...to flow quietly.

Stillness

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Moments, Small, countless moments Each on its own Each complete by itself Moments,  All full of memories Traversing distance and space Countless moments and infinite space Moments, Time and Space All merging  Into Silence Stillness

The Flags

The Flags,  How proudly they dance on the poles The wind gently caressing them Lifting them up  Light as a feather They Flutter, they Float, they Fly, High above the ground, Billowing with pride Towering above all else  As people look up and salute them With pride, joy and happiness.  Flags... But The Flags that come home Are cruelly heavy Ask the wife, Ask the children,  Ask the parents,  Ask the siblings Ask the friends who carried them They bear testimony To the weight of these Flags The Flags that come home Are Cruelly heavy And remain heavy  For lifetimes