End of the Rainbow- A Prayer

It's told that at the end of the rainbow, there lies a pot of gold. The little green leperchaun guards it with fierce and greed, blocking it from any mortal that sees it. We only see the mountains and buildings that obscure it from our naked vision. But we only finally reach it and the little green man, when we see the end...
It's also told that a rainbow is just light refraction. It is just the sunlight refracting through the various rain droplets at a perfect angle, to refract the white light into many colors. This is due to the wavelength distortions from the combination of the longer wavelengths of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet into the short fine wavelength of white light...
Children memorize those colors as the good man, Roy G. Biv. Others remember it as God's promise to Noah, that after the many years of rain and flood, He will promise a sign of a rainbow, and promise good weather and life...
I saw an end of a rainbow today. I was there, saw the leperchaun, saw the refractive wavelengths entering my eye with fierce frequency, saw the children calling out for Roy G. Biv, and saw the Lord promise me something.
The leperchaun tried to prevent from it. His fiery beard and quick agility tried to distract my focus. And his green, oh, his green envy of my success, tried to cut me down. He blocked my vision, and used his speed to overcome my mass and my muscle. But it wasn't enough for my persistence.
My veins and my arteries in my body contort with the flame of aggression and determination to win. My blood flow increases heavily due to my heart pumping to keep up with the raging neurotransmitters firing between my synapses. My pupils begin to dilate, my breathing becomes heavier and faster, and my muscles tense with the readiness to pounce.
Heard the crowd yeling my name. My family, my friends, my instructors, and my kid in my heart screaming Jay H. Kwon. Heard them tumble their voices through my eardrums with radios and the propellor resonating through my mind. All chanting me to reach my goal, all chanting me to coarse the sky, my girl. Oh my girl. She was the loudest of them all. Relaxing me with her chilled winter breath, and providing the light, skimming the runway, with her bright smile. I love her and all them, and they, me.
And Him, the Lord. He was my sage, my wizard, my Master, my Father. He guided me with His gentle hand through the road I chose. He guided me though the interpretation of emergencies and landings. He guided me through it all, hardship or promise. He gave me rain, oh, He gave me rain. He attatched my name to suffering and pain. He gave me rain harder than I could imagine, flooding my mind with feelings of failure and fear. But He gave me Promise. He promised me freedom from these thoughts, He promised me my girl to love and traverse across, and He promised me my family. He promised me it all.
And for that, I thank Him. I thank Him for all the pain, grief, failures, leperchauns, days of rain. I thank Him for all the family, love, support, success, and days of rainbow He gives me. I thank Him. I thank Him for it all, I thank Him for the promise of Life. I thank Him, because He made me who I am today. He made a promise to make me nineteen, six foot, two fifteen, commercial rated, young man.
Lord thank You for your promise to me, thank You for the end of the rainbow.