The Rainbow
-by Ethel Dennison, written August 1999-
I marvel at the rainbow
rising high through snowy clouds,
sinking deep into the ocean
stretching out on either side;
grey-black shadows gently pass
the bow complete revealing;
out to sea it slowly glides
into the far horizon;
I stand and gaze in wonder
at the sight before my eyes,
so visually affirming
that God's promises are true;
through sunshine, cloud or blackest storms,
He's there, whate'er the weather;
high up, deep down, near or far,
wherever we go, He is there.
c. Ethel Dennison August 1999