The Learning Curve

My eyes can see The light curve and the variations in light intensity From the binary stars. The time becomes a phase. I touch with my soul The curve of love between us Ephemerally being, I still believe in eternal. I carry the new life. The curve of love, like a painful river Between death and life I can swim in its water of faith and piety To reach an understanding. We are getting old And all we can do Is to deep-freeze our memories. We learn to love. Catholic and Orthodox, Pentecostals and Baptists, We learn that only love can change our souls, We learn to become eternal. I see the curve of the rainbow, When the water droplets of the rain Sent out colors at different angles. The water droplets are prisms, my eyes are prisms. I understand why God made a promise To the people That 'never again shall there be a flood to destroy the earth.' The rainbow is the sign of His covenant. And we ought to do the same thing- to make promises to God. Between the light, the curve decomposed into rainbow colors and the mobile marine blue curve of the horizon, God's tears Falls to earth for our life. I let the soul soar to the High, And I remove the sin blocks keeping me stuck. I understand the primordial sin. I know that we are descendants Of Adam and Eve, But we are also God's sons and daughters. I understand the learning curve. Poem by Marieta Maglas