God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.
Saint John of the Cross
By Elece Hollis
After a rain sunlight passing through the wet
Splits light into slivers––pieces,
Bends it into rainbows.
After the darkness and void through the mist
A voice thundered "Let there be light!"
And there was color.
After forty days of flood through the window
Flew a white dove with a green leaf
Love bent his first bow.