Promises

We were given
rainbows on Saturday
as we stood together
on top of the hill.

A gentle rain
danced with the setting sun
making shocking
neon strobes of colored light
rise up from our feet
and arch in double ecstasy
across the sky.

Two separate, complete rainbows
united in their celebration of hope.

“Rainbows are a promise,”
I whispered in your ear.

Their westward feet were so close
to our own
that I reached to touch them.
But they eluded me.
Our eyes witnessed
what our hands
could not hold.

Rainbows.
Promises.
Oh, God,
help us to hope.