God's promise came to those below if they would raise their eyes,
No cause to doubt, but just to know, enough to realise.
The Lord had plans for centuries no mortal understood,
Now each perceives such prophecies as kind and meant for good.
Believers study here and there for mysteries and more,
Such that through rainbows they're aware of all God's aiming for.
For unity and harmony, for true majestic grace,
For honey-sweet serenity, for peace upon each face.
The colours of the rainbows merge, to glisten and to glow,
To grant to you that sudden urge to let praise overflow.
When praise was oh so far away you thought that it had gone,
Until God spoke to you one day… more than the sun that shone.
To set inside your very heart His learning curve again,
To set you straight with a new start He grants you now and then.
To think, that seven colours form His sign across the sky,
To think, they make your heart feel warm or make you yield a sigh.
While peacocks love to proudly stand, each rainbow bides its time,
As if it knows that it looks grand, outstanding and sublime.
The rainbow's known across the globe as wondrous to behold.
Despite the fact it offers hope… I've NEVER found the gold!
Denis Martindale May 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem