Rainbows
It does not matter if the flood
That washes over me,
Is water clear, or sticky mud,
Tsunami, lava, sea –Destructive all, in different ways,
So too are people’s gifts;
Our greatest strengths throughout our days,
For us cause greatest rifts.Compassion-people kill with love;
Encourager's with talk;
Administrators push and shove;
At change, the servers balk;Perceivers roll their judgments out;
And givers kill with cash;
The teachers splash red pens about;
Results alike, alas.The story goes that Noah rose
Above his torrent day,
Saw in the rainbow danger go,
Flood killing all, that way.But we still die, in floods, awash,
By thousands, sometimes less;
The rainbow’s promise: we'll not slosh
At once, because of mess.So one by one we drown the next
With gift-based types of sludge;
It's usually done on some pretext –
From benefit to grudge.Constraint's what's needed – balance out
Our unrestricted sluice;
That's how God’s love’s expressed throughout
To help, and strife reduce.We view, “play God”, as something bad
As if God were a jerk;
But if more boundaries we had
Our flows of love would work.navigation