The evening sun painted the sky with sharpened light. Storm clouds moved and a rainbow wafted through. My mind drifted to a set of words, "From Heaven Above," that my Dad's quartet often sang acapella.
In heaven above, in heaven above, where God our Father dwells,
How boundless there the blessedness -- no tongue its greatness tells.
There face to face and full and free, the ever living God we see,
Our God, the Lord of Hosts.
The words were penned in 1622 by someone named Laurentius Laurentii Laurinus. He must have seen a rainbow like this, too.
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