Rainbows |
| by Alastair Adamson |
O Glorious Creator, let Thy light be shed
And let Thine eyes transform the bluest skies.
Surely this light warms each and every head,
Freeing truth and fettering lies.
Warming thus the corners of the globe
Thy loving light itself is evident
And tickles my temporal lobe
From rainbows, rain and refracted light bent.
The arc and breadth of such a won'drous thing
High above, it's shape I'll n'er hold;
But at this sight does all Creation sing
And leadeth me unto Thy pot of gold.
Though such visions often come to view,
N'er forget to dream thy dreams anew.
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