God's Bow Poem by Juan Olivarez

God's bow rises far above,
the grateful Earth below.
Through a myried of colors, flies a dove,
and seeds burst open and start to grow.

A promise once again fullfilled,
that was made so very long ago,
when all the Earth was standing still,
as over all the waters flowed.

A multi-colored bow that shines,
on all the grateful souls below.
It has been there since ancient times,
when the Earth renewed began to grow.

A more beautiful sight, you'll never see,
though all the world you should traverse.
And the promise kept, reveals the key,
for every living thing on Earth.

5/21/10 29 palms ca.