Poem for 4th Sunday in Lent John 3:1-17

Perched high in our own protection
we search
looking for that one someone out there
who will give us
          almost
what we are looking for
that one someone who will drag us along
on coattails of almost making it
We search the crowd
      busy and on its way
for one
      lover
          friend
                  teacher
who will give us that edge
that way
of fulfilling the desires within
sitting here
perched up high and finding nothing
in a world busy preaching but not hearing
I don’t even see the scene change
            (God)
Suddenly a newness splits the air
and is sucked into our
     lungs
         heart
              soul
almost painfully filled with life
       (so loved the world)
drawing us onward into the crowd
       (that Christ was given)
of life and death swirled together
        (that whoever)
in search
        (believes)
of the fullness that must come
         (lives)
from out there somewhere