Forgotten Ground Regained

Not Only Rainbows

A psalm to the chief Poet
  • When sunset gold spreads over the platinum river,
  • there’s a mysterious magic in the near twilled twilight,
everything dissolves during those dire moments,even vats of vicious worries that have vilified the night.It’s not only rain-bled rainbows that relieve despair—their shadows surely filling sultry souls with promise.It was true for Noah’s wooden ark when dark cloudsbroke and billowed seas with rain and wind beforehis vessel moored on Armenian mountains— rocksgripping the great hull in the grievous foundering,yet not breaking the bleak vessel in the battering.
When my dreadful deluge came, deepening watersroiled. My ramparts razed for so much longer thanforty days, heart pounding; prayer, my only parapetkeeping me from going down, drowning in depression.At first, I had no faith I would survive the fathoms.I languished out loud my longing, Where is my refuge?In spite of blindness, I saw. The scales from my eyesfell; I trusted my unfailing faith to save me, to fix firmmy anchor, the Rock of my salvation who shatters not my soul.
  • When sunrise gold quilts the calmed silvered waters,
  • there’s a heroic hope in the near desperate dawn.
  • Selah.
In Forgotten Ground Regained, Issue 9, Winter 2026 Psalms and Meditations
Copyright © John C. Mannone, 2025
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