Rainbow

                                           Rainbow        The glory of an Angel’s wings spreads bright across the skies, An arc of light ineffable before my streaming eyes. What matter if the rain still falls or thunder still […]

                                           Rainbow

 

     The glory of an Angel’s wings spreads bright across the skies,

An arc of light ineffable before my streaming eyes.

What matter if the rain still falls or thunder still makes growl?.

What matter if sheet-lightning glares or fearsome gales still howl?.

     I know the worse times soon will pass, by better overhauled

     When, on the clouds, this gracious sign emblazoned I behold.

 

     This frieze of rich embroidery upon a cloth of grey,

This varicoloured monogram of hope’s advancing day,

This symbol of resurgent faith – the rainbow – warmly smiles

Assurances of early cease to long-enduring trials.

 

     I do not seek the fabled gold at every rainbow’s end,

Nor try to realise, in fact, my wildest dreams’ extent;

For these, I know, are false delights and soon their gilt will fail:

I rather seek those benefits which are beyond retail.

 

     Because I love this mystic arch which stands astride the sky,

My heart with filled with music – like the mellow symphonies

Of sweet, chromatic flutings in Angelic harmonies –

As if the Choirs of Heaven itself about my person fly.

 

     Therefore – though worries still oppress; though grievous cares abound;

Though difficulties bar the way; though snares infest the ground;

Though still the teeming rains pour down; though still dark thunder growls;

Though horrid lightning flashes still; though tearing gale still howls –

     Yet I am filled with boundless bliss whenever I descry

     The glory of an Angel’s wings spread bright across the sky.

Author: J. A. Bosworth

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