God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.
Saint John of the Cross
Rainbow
By Elece Hollis
After a rain sunlight passing through the wet
Splits light into slivers––pieces,
Bends it into rainbows.
After the darkness and void through the mist
A voice thundered “Let there be light!”
And there was color.
After forty days of flood through the window
Flew a white dove with a green leaf
Love bent his first bow.
What’s Good About Home! 
Beautiful photo. The last line of your poem is my favorite, “Love bent his first bow.”
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Fits the Valentine month, right? Thanks for feedback, Martha.
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