The morning sun danced with my window prism and gifted a rainbow in the palm of my hand. Like a child I laughed and squirmed playing with the rainbow in my grasp. The gift so brief measured in time. But when the day’s disappointments met me on the path I had but to look at my palms. There is no promise of constant bliss. There is however, the gift of raising one’s palms and offering rainbows and disappointments in praise and gratitude.