Who
do you speak of?
Where
do you look?
To
find him.
The
one you saw and still didn’t see.
On
the road.
In
the wind.
Blowing
like an answer
Just
on the tip of your tongue.
In
places you would never think to look:
Even
across the table from you.
Breaking
bread.
Then
vanishing from your sight.
But
still there.
Always
still there.
Lighting
your hearts afire.
With
the word.
So
you can go forth.
And
start the telling.
So
tell…
Kevin
James Keyser - 11/14/2015
