My husband and I surfed on a sun-filled day but on a day that the waves still had their winter force. I paddled out past the breakpoint – intimidated by the waves’ heights. I found myself sitting on my board, watching the lines of waves travel towards land. I noticed how the off-shore wind met the waves at their break. The spray of water – with the sun – created beautiful rainbows. It was a precious reminder of God’s faithfulness – amid such strong forces and no facade of control, God reminds me that he is here.
Sister, that journey around
its orbit opened
grief not yet known
.
A staccatoed forte
silenced life among
.
But sister see
the arch of color
.
The crescendoed waves
and shattering wind –
their collisions and breaks
trailed 100 rainbows
.
Sister, this moment’s journey
sounds of a requiem
chanting to the drops of tears
.
A hold of chromatic notes
engulfs today
.
But sister see
the arch of color
.
The crashing 100 waves
the splattering terror
composes pieces for
100 rainbows
.
Sister, this journey forward
not marked by
forgotten resilience
.
Sound the major shift
to move your eyes
.
Sister see
the arch of color
.
Waves are sure to crash
wind and water
to hail tears
.
They might take all
.
But sister
know where to look
.
Your orbit around
in the changes and torment
look to the Son
.
In the throws of waves
He gives 100 rainbows
Reflections of Terror and Beauty 