If I could, I’d write for you a rainbow
and splash it with all the colors of God
so that each new God’s morning
your eyes would open first to hope and promise
If I could, I’d wipe away your tears
and hold you close forever in shalom
but God never promised I could write a rainbow
never promised I could suffer for you
only promised I could love you
That I do.
Sent to Kari Murphy upon the loss of her beloved daughter, Chelsea Rose Murphy. A poem by Ann Weems, written into a card from Dr. Jeff London, John Knox Presbyterian of Tulsa, Ok.