Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Rainbow Colors


God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.
 Saint John of the Cross





Rainbow
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.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful photo. The last line of your poem is my favorite, "Love bent his first bow."

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    1. Fits the Valentine month, right? Thanks for feedback, Martha.

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