They passed by.
The waves of storms rolled toward sunrise.
To the west a rainbow was pierced
with a serrated knife of electricity.
To the east tufts of clouds
like pale pink umbrellas hung.
Intervals of solid rain tucked me
under the soffit to read.
Ann wrote about the pursuit of beauty
and there I was under it, in it.
Praise had come as rain.
Praise left my mouth.
Praise was sent to find the source of beauty.
My most significant Other read to me poetry.
I heard His inflections and cadence.
Oh my God, I am undone,
yet what better place to be unraveled
than under an umbrella with You.
“Doubt the philosophies, doubt the prophecies, doubt the Pharisees (especially the ones seen in mirrors), but Who can doubt this, Beauty? Beauty requires no justification, no explanation; it simply is and transcends. See beauty and we know it in the marrow, even if we have no words for it: Someone is behind it, in it. Beauty Himself completes.” Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts
Gerald the Writer 
Did you write this about the sky this morning? I got a picture of the rainbow. The sky was awesome!
Why, indeed I did
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oh nice..yep..what better place… wouldn’t mind to spend some time with him under an umbrella.. great picture you paint..literally…my fav are the tufts of clouds like pale pink umbrellas …and how the pouring of rain leads to a pouring of praise..
To the west a rainbow was pierced
with a serrated knife of electricity
love that imagery man…and it just kept coming from there….your most significant Other reading you poetry…smiles….very nice jerry…
Nothing quite as lovely as watching a storm, in the distance. The power, the pure energy of them can be quite beautiful as long as they don’t cause flooding or damage. You’ve captured the beauty of mother nature at her finest in this, fluffy clouds, a rainbow, lightening, rain. All painted in such gentle tones yet, vivid detail.
A lovely read and, thanks for the visit.
Nice… I especially like the first stanza.
Oh, really beautiful…love “To the east tufts of clouds
like pale pink umbrellas hung” ~ gorgeous line 🙂
Beautiful poem, Jerry! I love it!
Gorgeous imagery!
“Intervals of solid rain tucked me
under the soffit to read.
Ann wrote about the pursuit of beauty
and there I was under it, in it.”
And because of the strong images, I am there with you even before you begin returning the praise and unraveling!
This is very vivid Jerry, especially against this white layout–haven’t read you in awhile either, and it’s a pleasure to see your words again–the sky is something that connects us to so much more than earth–I can feel that here. Love the pink umbrellas.
Jerry–this is so gorgeous–the serrated knife of electricity, all of it.
yet what better place to be unraveled
than under an umbrella with You.
….
what better place, indeed. Lovely poetry, just lovely!
Very romantic and emotional…the beautiful sky and being read to…under an umbrella with your most significant other…ahhhh!
Strange could not find this last night via the link but did via your comments on dVerse. Worth the search. Good writing