Muscling in on nature’s rage,
her black clouds, pelting rains,
turbulent waters, infernal playgrounds,
the sun slices through the clouds
from its prudent conspiring
and hell-bent deployment
with its razor teeth and burly arms,
faith in the strategies of the holy order,
the divine over the unholy,
the good over evil,
reason over passion, logical over illogical
with the battle of Armageddon
lighting a fire in their hearts,
it casts away the violent storms
with its holy brawn and Christian might,
making a place in the sky
for serenity to settle in.
It places a metal rainbow,
a token of the strength of beauty
that would withstand the cold
with scintillating colors
that lighten up the dark,
to confirm the cycle of nature
and its progression to the next.