Ephemeral, and merely light
Resplendent nonetheless
The war bow of the holy God
To whom all will confess
Arrayed in every hue beneath
The arching yonder sky
Arranged, an arch of brilliance held
As if the Colors fly
A band of glory, shows itself
Upon a storm swept earth
Prefiguration of the time
When free will be our mirth
For though the one we see right now
Will fade into the blue
The full expression of Love’s light
Forever will hold true