The sonnet laments the transformation of the rainbow, originally a sacred symbol of God’s covenant with humanity, into a blasphemous mockery. It describes how this divine sign of peace and promise has been co-opted by prideful mortals for their own bold, fleeting purposes, stripping it of its holy meaning. Despite this desecration, the poem asserts that God’s truth endures, unshaken by human rebellion.

The arc of heaven, pledged by God’s own hand,
A covenant in hues of light unfurled,
To spare the cleansed and water-weary land,
A holy sign above a humbled world.
Yet now, beneath the sky, they twist its frame,
A mockery in colors brash and bold,
To flaunt their creeds and carve a fleeting fame,
They steal what once was sacred, pure, and old.
Blasphemers tread where angels fear to roam,
Defiling grace with pride’s unyielding stain,
The bow of peace, torn from its hallowed home,
Is draped in chains of man’s rebellious reign.
Yet still it shines, God’s truth will not be swayed,
A promise kept, though mortals’ hands degrade.