Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Rise Above the Rain

The rain is catching
Some rays of the sun
The promise of hope
Appears in the sky
Like droplets of rain
Always on the run
Our time is fleeting
As life passes by
Some catch the light
When they've barely begun
Some will just fall
In perilous lands
We have the power
To reach for the sun
To shine forever
In His Hand

And the rain will have
Just a moment or two
To glisten In the rainbow band
But we can shine
Forever in His Hand

We are his children
Of flesh and bone
The dust he fashioned
And breathed life into
He colored our skin
After earthy tones
Making a rainbow
Of heavenly hues
Some try to love
By extending a hand
Some will forget
To bring love a rose
Some are much broader
Than one narrow band
Their love takes on
A golden glow

Love is like river
It deepens when it rains
When the waters are all rising
Lift me to a higher plane

The sun is hidden
In full eclipse
A splendor too great
For only a glance
He balanced the spheres
With his fingertips
And still we can't see
The work of His hand
Some want to fly
Through the clouds above
Leaving shadows
Of glory in vain
Some give each moment
To live in His love
The ones who rise
Above the rain

© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers


You went searching for a rainbow
And found a pot of gold
Something warm shining through the cold
The rainbow is a promise
Of all that you can be
God is shining through it
To where you can be free
Beyond where you are free

You know I may disappear
But my love will never end
For there’s a giant rainbow
Connecting you and I my friend

Both the sun and rain
Make up rainbows in the sky
Through all your trials
Love will never die
The raindrop shines a moment
Passing through the rainbow band
But we can shine forever
In our Father’s hand
In our Father’s hand

The spectrum all will flash
In jewels made of dew
Water rises to a higher
Point of view
The vision that you’ve seen
It must be seen through
God will give you the
To become a dream come true
To become a dream come true

© 1984 Stefan des Lauriers


Milton was a chameleon who was always the right color at the wrong time. When he saw others changing to vibrant colors he'd turn green with envy. Green was not a cool color for a chameleon.
At school he brought an apple to the teacher and the boys teased him for being brown from tail to nose. Brown was not a cool color for a chameleon.
Being teased for turning brown was embarrassing for Milton. He turned bright red. Red was not a cool color for a chameleon.
After school some boys waited to tease him more and he turned yellow and ran. Yellow is the most un-cool color for a chameleon.
When Milton came home his mother noticed that he was pale. 'What happened,' she asked. 'Looks like you lost all your color.' Reluctantly he explained.
Milton's father was not a diplomat. He blurted out, 'You must blend in with the crowd. If you are like everyone else everyone will like you.'
Later, when Milton's mother was tucking him under a rock she spoke kindly to him. 'If all you have in life is one friend, then your life will have meant something. You need to be true blue to be a friend.'
Milton thought about what his mother once told him about the sky—that its shade was 'true blue.’
Milton fell asleep thinking of blue. Blue must be the coolest color for a chameleon. But why would a chameleon want to be blue, he mused, to hide himself from an ant?
The next day Milton looked up at the sky and thought about the color blue... A white fluffy cloud floated by, and he tried to mimic it with a little white patch drifting across his skin.
Milton managed this, hut then the cloud turned dark and it started to rain. Daydreaming on the rock, Milton made the cloud turn darker with grey strings of rain pouring down from a little patch of grey over his mostly blue skin. 'This is really cool' he thought to himself.
The sun came out and made the most spectacular rainbow ever. 'My gosh, thought Milton, 'Imagine how popular I'd be if I could take on the colors of a rainbow?'
He saw a big spoon and a spool of thread that someone had thrown away. 'Humans,' he thought, they're such lifter-bugs.' He balanced the spoon on the spool and had a squirrel help him by dropping a stone from a tall tree. Sitting in the curve of the spoon, Milton was sent high in the heavens when the stone hit the handle.
Our little chameleon flew right where the arc of the rainbow had been. But when he was sailing through the mist he saw no colors. He had imagined turning red orange yellow green blue indigo and violet— but the rain was crystal clear. When he looked towards the sun each drop shone like a jewel, 'Now these are the coolest colors for a...’
Splat. Milton had been so caught up looking at raindrops that he forgot that he was heading for the ground. Fortunately he landed in a haystack.
Milton soon became the life of the party- He would invite the squirrel with the rock, the spool and the spoon and would shoot himself in the air turning colors into an imaginary rainbow. Lizards loved it; especially when he came down with a splat. Milton became popular, but he didn't have any friends.
Time passed. Our hero became old and could only match the color grey. No one wanted to see a grey rainbow, so he stopped his silly stunts. All he did was sit upon the spool beside the squirrel on the spoon. They would talk and talk about the good old days. The squirrel never tired of hearing the same old story and Milton never tired of hearing it echoed back. Well it wasn't what his parents had in mind, but after all Milton did end up having one friend.

© 1993 Stefan des Lauriers

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