Rainbow

The more I know the less I know
I am no prophet nor do I
Hear voices of the dead below
Or angels speaking from the sky
A mere and modest Lutheran
Not active in the ministry
A quiet vegetarian
Teetotaling and scholarly
I scarcely understand what you
The living have to say to me

I hold some things as false some true
Have known sweet joy and bitter grief
Stubbornly clinging to belief
In providential destiny
For me a functional answer
As well as a working question

Along with all humanity
My birthright includes the cancer
We give the name mortality
And yet it is my suggestion
That this arc of the human span
Our rising falling trajectory
What Shakespeare called the ages of man
Is as beautiful as a rainbow
Which we might as well ride all we can
As the more we know the less we know

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

What a fantastic poem to read as I come back to my computer.

Dear STEVEN
NICE POEM ON SEVEN COLOURS
SUPANI
v-------vigor

I ---intelligence

B bravery


G gratitude

Y --yearning

O ---obedience

R ---refinement
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