Over the rainbow, where quiet winds glide,
Dreams gather softly on the lavender tide.
Sunbeams are stitching the sky with gold thread,
Weaving bright paths where our wishes are led.
Over the rainbow, the clouds learn to sing—
Hushed little lullabies carried on wing.
Every color breathes with a tender new light,
Painting tomorrow from fragments of night.
Over the rainbow, the heart learns to see
Not just what is, but what could someday be.
Hope is the lantern we lift to the sky—
Over the rainbow, it never runs dry.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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