5/25/2015

Poem based on John 3:1-17 Holy Trinity Sunday



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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