Inspiration: The inspiration for this poem comes from a childhood lesson about life which has stayed with me through many decades.
Theme: Growth, Pain, Triumph.
Pot of Gold. At the end of the rainbow, There's a pot of gold, Or at least, that’s the story, I was always told. I saw the rainbow's end, Over in the field, And went in search, For the pot of gold it would yield. The closer I came to the rainbow’s end, The further it moved away, How was I to find my pot of gold, If it would not stay? Then I understood, I was chasing an illusion, And that rainbows are a sign of hope, Amid all of life’s confusion. That life is never about arriving, But rather to continue striving, That rainbows only come, After the storm is done. And though they fill your heart with wonder, The heavens have just been ripped apart with lightning and thunder. For every storm the soul endures, The heart is purged and made more pure, The strength from every trial you transcend, Is your pot of gold at the rainbow’s end. Poetry by Estelle M Deshon ©
2 replies to “My Heart on Paper.”
Hi Estelle, I remember when my family were due to leave England to emigrate to Australia that my grandfather said I was going to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I never got to tell him that I had found that pot of gold in the faith I had come to in God my Father.
Love your comment, Chris. It truly is our greatest trasure.