I, chasing rainbows, note my heart does race,
As they (portentous of some given sign)
Are up for grabs, and seem so nearly mine,
Or what (in hopes) (should doubts arise) I trace.
I, chasing rainbows, celebrating space
That's grand enough, partake of bread and wine,
Hence go beyond mere toeing of the line
Into the boundless realm of proffered grace.
No entity on earth could now reject
A bid that faith is willing to support,
Should man (in gratitude) fail to neglect
His source of life. To win proves but his forte,
Should he, on One Most High, but dare reflect,
Or enter (through that gate) his Master's court!