Every child grows-up
Hoping to claim the treasure
At the end of the rainbow bridge.
On those rare days, after the storm,
Magically the rainbow appears, gladdening each heart.
The sky is renewed with a variety of colors
And each child dreams
Of traveling on their favorite color
In search of the pot of gold.
Within each heart
The hope is eternal
We can transcend our fears
And arrive at heart’s desire.
Yes, like the rainbow,
Within each soul
There is a glorious bridge
To the eternal riches.
For each temperament there is a path
And the journey, on an inner level,
Consists of embracing the different colors.
The rainbow has its origin in the storm;
For without the wind and rain
The colors would not reflect.
Each color represents the seasons of a soul;
And to every heart there is a season of love.
The traveler who seeks the Lord
Must journey the seasons of their heart.
Some say
This life is ravaged by storms,
Remember, they speak the truth
As they see it.
This life is shaded by dark colors,
But the Light is waiting to reflect
Upon each heart.
If you ask the Beloved
He/She will show you the treasure
That is waiting in your soul.
And when the light begins to shine
Upon your heart;
Your journey through this world
Will be a celebration of colors.
You will join the rainbow
And travel to the horizon
And be greeted by the Lord.
Like the rainbow-
Prayer is a bridge
To the hidden riches.
In the quiet of the evening
And the early hours of the morning-
Sing God’s praise.
Journey on-
Following the colors in your heart.
And, as God Wills,
One day
You will become the hidden treasure;
Having embraced all the colors of the rainbow bridge.
SB
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