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