Chasing Rainbows

On a tender summer twilight just after a rain
I went chasing a rainbow to ask it it's name
Hard roads turned to gravel and gravel to dirt
I soon found my self standing near a disremembered old church

Surrounded by tombstones...centurians of old
Was the cusp of the rainbow ...with it's radiant glow
Your name? What's your name? I yelled at the sky
I stood there in silence and in hope of reply

Soon followed.. a voice... from in front and behind
Do you not see my temple standing nearby?
Do you not feel the presence of the angels on high?
Or hear them singing glory hallelujah as they pass each other by?

It is Jacob's own ladder...built from blind faith
An extension of earth to heaven's own gate
So God where are you?..i asked quite beguiled

I'm right here beside you....where i've been all the while