A rainbow is a shaft of hope, a reminder that pure unadulterated color exists, in a world of dimmer hues.
On a grey day the sighting of a beautiful rainbow can touch childish emotions that we may have forgotten in our day to day adult lives.
Revered as harbingers of Gods love, a promise that the floods would end and that the sun would shine again.
We've always held out hope that these shining beacons of light can point our way to unimaginable stores of gold.
To me they are phantoms of wonder. They make my heart quicken, I am always struck by a sense of awe every time I spy a rainbow.
On a grey day the sighting of a beautiful rainbow can touch childish emotions that we may have forgotten in our day to day adult lives.
Revered as harbingers of Gods love, a promise that the floods would end and that the sun would shine again.
We've always held out hope that these shining beacons of light can point our way to unimaginable stores of gold.
To me they are phantoms of wonder. They make my heart quicken, I am always struck by a sense of awe every time I spy a rainbow.
No comments:
Post a Comment