Between earth and sky
arcing wide like open arms
God’s painted hope bridge.
It might be a stretch for Jake’s theme this week, but please indulge me. 🙂 Jake is back with Sunday Post, so it seems like celebration time. However, I have no decent picture of an actual bridge so, I propose, just for this post, that the rainbow is a bridge.
On a more serious note, I really like rainbows. Not only are they pretty, but also they remind me of God’s goodness. In the Old Testament, God has used the rainbow as a sign of His covenant with all the creatures of the earth that there shall be no more waters of a flood to destroy flesh (Gn. 9:11-17). That is a far cry from my near horror of the rainbow when I was a child. According to local folklore, one’s finger would curl (permanently) if he points at the rainbow. That’s why, when I was but a young child, I (and the rest of the children I knew) was careful not to use our fingers to point at the rainbow for fear of being marred for life. 🙂 Anyway, thank you for indulging my whims here. 🙂
Have a lovely day. 🙂 Oh, do visit Jake’s place for proper bridge responses. 🙂 Thank you again.