Fingering the purple band,
wound around my wrist,
I think of yesterdays events,
holding a rainbow,
in the pouring rain,
an umbrella of hope,
in the storm of hate,
love abused.
I'm sad for the insulted,
sadder for the insulter,
who's forgotten the music,
the tune of God's love.
This poem was inspired by my experience working as a Silent Witness at a local Pridefest.
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Wow. I love the fact that you did this. I was talking to one of my gay friends and I wanted to attend just because I wanted to show that God's love is bigger than the hate that some of these people that call themselves Christian hurl. I didn't realize that there was such a thing! Perhaps I will have to find a rainbow umbrella some day...
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