Poem based on John 3:1-17 Holy Cross Day
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
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