I Have Set My Rainbow In The Clouds, And It Will Be The Sign Of The Covenant Between Me And The Earth. Do This Without Words Art

a painting of a group of people reading a book
Nayoma washed his bowl and sat down in a meditative state. I’ll meditate first, then practice Bushin no Jutsu, then Body Flicker, then wall walking. After that, I’ll take a cold shower and sleep. He opened his eyes, jumped out of meditation, and formed the hand signs for Clone Jutsu. A puff of smoke appeared, and a clone popped up right in front of him. It wasn’t perfect — its earlobes were stretched oddly — but it was still a success. Well, not so perfect… but with time I’ll correct my mistakes. Hmn, I guess I really had it easier than Naruto. I’m sure even Kibe‑sensei couldn’t do this on his first try. The clone disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving Nayoma standing there, satisfied but already thinking about the next step.
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! "The world is in greater peril from those who tolerate or encourage evil than from those who actually commit it." DO NOT PUT WORDS IN THE IMAGE
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
A cosmic nebula
Express without words “There was in the days of Herod, the king of Judaea, a certain priest named Zacharias, of the course of Abia: and his wife was of the daughters of Aaron, and her name was Elisabeth.” (Luke 1:5, KJV) Depict Zacharias in the linens for daily attire.
New York City
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Afternoon rain forces us into the coolness of the little house, surrounded by rice paddies, where Grandmother assembles strings of Christmas lights; bound for somewhere. Young mother watches three children grow, and wonders: What will their lives be? Can’t dream of what she’s never seen; can’t see what she can’t dream.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
Figure holding light and shadow
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."
Personal POV scene. Me and Jesus in the desert on a cool morning at daybreak walking toward a bright star. Jesus is wearing old clothes and carrying a satchel. I’m wearing old clothes and sandals just like Him. The air is cool and crisp. The sky is bright blue on the horizon with deep purple fading into black at the upper atmosphere. The air is crisp and clear. It’s like the desert in California looking east toward Arizona. There are desert hills on the north and south sides and mountains in the distance.
I will trust in him and not be afraid. For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, * and he will be my Savior. Therefore you shall draw water with rejoicing * from the springs of salvation.
The passage of seasons
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! "The world is in greater peril from those who tolerate or encourage evil than from those who actually commit it." DO NOT PUT WORDS IN THE IMAGE
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."
An awe-inspiring and whimsical scene featuring Willy Wonka's Great Glass Wonkavator, soaring through the sky and beyond the confines of Ontario Canada and its flag. The Wonkavator itself is a magnificent, multi-directional glass elevator, transparent and sparkling, with Willy Wonka (wearing his iconic top hat, purple coat, and bowtie) and 2 Canadian ladies looking out with expressions of joy, wonder and excitement. The interior is filled with intricate buttons and levers for controlling its magical flight. The Wonkavator is depicted in mid-flight, ascending above the clouds flying out to the ocean. Below it, the fantastical landscape of Ontario Canada is visible with a large Canadian flay flying over the city. – and various whimsical buildings. Beyond Ontario, a stunning, imaginative sky unfolds, perhaps with floating candy clouds, distant fantastical landmarks, or even glimpses of outer space and planets. The lighting is bright and magical, emphasizing the glass's transparency and the vibrant colors of the world below and beyond. The overall mood is one of boundless adventure, limitless possibilities, and pure, joyful fantasy."
Essential workers during break
An outdoor scene in at the beach. A White Mom and African-American Dad walk away from the camera with their two kids, all holding hands. The mood is warm and safe. The sun is setting in the distance. Everyone is wearing beach-style clothes, not bathing suits. It's a pretty happy family.
“He fills the sky with clouds, sending showers to water the earth so that the grass springs up on the mountain fields and the earth produces food for man.” (Psalms 147:8, TPT) Do not create any image of the Creator.
Express without words “And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.” (Genesis 1:20, KJV)
Express without words “And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.” (Genesis 1:20, KJV)
Los Angeles
A forest with hidden spirits
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
Express without words “Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.” (Matthew 1:23, KJV)
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
The Dagda, powerful Celtic god, standing with a massive, muscular horse at his side. Earthy robes, bronze and gold torc, long dark hair, commanding presence. Horses moving in the background like living wealth of the land. Misty forest or rolling hills, dawn light piercing fog, mythic realism, cinematic Celtic fantasy, raw authority, natural textures.
A still life with fruit and silver
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
New York City
A jazz improvisation
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
A pop star on stage
Express without words “After him repaired Malchiah the goldsmith's son unto the place of the Nethinims, and of the merchants, over against the gate Miphkad, and to the going up of the corner. And between the going up of the corner unto the sheep gate repaired the goldsmiths and the merchants.” (Nehemiah 3:31-32, KJV)
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
Los Angeles
a black and white photo of a man in the dark