Bow

I have long loved rainbows. In junior high, I didn’t have a rainbow phase.  I had a rainbow craze.  If there was not rainbow upon it, I wouldn’t wear, sleep under it, write in it or with it.  Whenever rainbow’s tint and tone was overlain upon skies blue, I would lay beneath it (on a rainbow blanket, of course) until all the vibrant colors faded and were deposited back into Heaven’s vault. I was all about rainbows!!

Though all I own is no longer rainbow laden, I am still marveled by the mystery of a sacred scaffold,formed from diffracted water and diffused light, suspended in the span of space.  A bridge that beckons us to canvas and Creator. 

Before science sorted rain’s bow from a magical manifestation to matter of fact, it was seen as a suddenly sown into the fabric of formation. 

Ancient peoples didn’t have the scientific understanding of the refraction and dispersion of the sun's ligh...
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Cessor Journals | May 27, 2019