Heaven’s tears

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Forlorn is the word that comes to mind this evening as I look out from the upstairs window across the graves in the churchyard behind our house. Persistent rain is falling, washing off the headstones, and when the rain gives way to late evening sunshine, as surely it must, those marble headstones will shine and glimmer. And in the clouds above the sad graves a rainbow, the knot in God’s handkerchief to remind him of his promise not to destroy the world in another flood of noahic proportions.