Poem based on 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