MAN'S POT OF
GOLD
The rainbow represents a
promise,
That God made to man one day,
That He'd never flood the
earth again,
Or wash men's dreams away.
Those words are in the Bible,
So
we know they must be true,
But there are other tales of
rainbows,
Which stir men's thinking, too.
For instance, there's a
story,
That frequently is told,
That at
the end of every rainbow
There is a pot of gold.
I think that story comes from
Ireland,
(You know how the Irish
are),
The Irish love to
spin a yarn,
No matter how bizarre.
But ... a pot of gold?
Now ... really!
Who would believe such
fantasy?
Yet, it does cause one to
wonder,
And to ponder ... could
it be?
If it were true, then I'd
assume
A rainbow's purpose is
two-fold,
First, a symbol of God's
love,
And then a promised pot of
gold.
But pots of gold perhaps are
not
Real pots of gold, per
se,
Perhaps they're just
analogies
For better treasures of the day.
Men measure treasure
differently,
And some may insist
on pots of gold,
But a lady fair, with golden
hair,
May be a far more worthy
goal.
How valued is a golden
trophy,
For a man who's won a
race,
Or a degree in
education,
With a gold seal on its
face?
A child who's done well at
school
May receive a golden
star,
And gold medals are
awarded
To soldiers,
battle-scarred.
A gold watch for years of
service,
Golden earrings at
sixteen,
A gold dollar from a
Grandpa,
A lover's moon with golden
beams.
A golden band upon a
finger
Is a prize oft sought by
many,
And since it signifies true
love
That's a pot of gold
a-plenty.
Thus a newly painted
rainbow,
On a sky washed fresh and
clean
Is an affirmation of
God's love,
And an inspiration for men's
dreams.
And that pot of
gold which legends say
Is at every rainbow's
end,
Is truly there ... just
waiting,
To be found by believing
men.
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
Copyright August
2006 ~ Revised March 2007
