MY COAT OF MANY COLOURS

On a wintry God-forsaken day

of scowling, scurrying clouds,

I huddle umbrella-sheltered,

burdened by a deep despair.

Stinging rain falls in a deluge;

thunder applauds ironically;

cracks of jagged lightning

sear the sulphurous sky'

Suddenly, urgently,

your voice echoes on the howling wind,

“I am your coat of many colours.”

The memory of your sun-bright smile

shakes off the shackles of gloom.

Your spirit dances on the edge of

a dissolving cloud. The candle

of your life burns ever brighter.

as the sun breaks free, bathing me

in its blessed warmth.

Above my head appears the

shimmering halo of a double rainbow:

A shining promise of the other side of life

when we two happy prisoners of the wind

will dance across the silence of eternity.