Gave a rainbow to an angel the other day. She wasn't expecting it. I could tell. Looked up with her dull older-than-her-own-young-years' eyes at me, saying "Hey, Lady! This ain't mine!"
"Yes, it is," I told her. "I am giving it to you."
"But Momma said don't take nuthin' from no strangers!" she told me, looking into
colors, letting "It is a gift," I told her, watching as yellow tickled her small nose.
"Don't YOU need it?" she asked, as purple danced around her feet now.
"Nah," I answered, letting green now wash through her soft hair. "Besides," I told her,
"It looks better on you than me."
"Ya really think so?" she beamed, giggling while red wrapped around her thin shoulders.
She was beginning to take to the idea, I could tell, of wearing the rainbow.
Then she peeled a reluctant blue off her ankles, handing it back to me.
"I really shouldn't just take it, like I told you what Momma said, Lady, but thanks
anyway." she said. Her sadness at losing her new friend betrayed her desire to obey her mother's
words. I then held the soft color loosley between my own fingers, the color soon dulling to a steel grey.
"It doesn't work for me any more," I said, holding it back out to her. "See," I pointed
out, as blue shyly reached out to her own arm. "It wants to be with you now."Blue leaped the
distance between us, and almost immediately was vibrant once more. She let it play over her knees
then, as indigo was the next to make its way to the girl's small frame, and soon found a home on her
lap. The child looked down to watch as indigo chided yellow for its height. The lights and their
brilliance shown in her now light-brightened eyes, as I coaxed orange, the last of my gifts, to make the
transition. The melon-colored ribbon then wound its way to her body, and found solace in her eyes. I
smiled, as I now wached the colors dancing, shimmering, around her, over her, through her, and I
knew she would love them as I had. They seemed already at home, in her hair, around her waist, in
her eyes, and I knew soon she would allow them in her heart. She smiled up at me, a now bright as
June sunrise smile, all the hues mixing and twising as an aurora around her.
"Gee, Lady thanks!" she cried with delight, petting yellow, which was now playing tag
with mischeivous red behind her left ear.
"You're welcome," I told her, satisified with my choice. And then I turned to walk away.
I heard a soft giggle and then her voice behind me, as she ran to catch up.
"Hey, when Momma asks were I got them, the colors I mean, what should I tell her?"
she asked me looking concerned.
"Tell her," I said, "Tell her they are a gift from God."
Speechless at this, she stood, colors playing all around her. I flashed a vibrant smile to rival even a
rainbow, and walked away.
