You I seek, I’m bent on searching,
Book stacks, large, been long collecting,
And nature trips, there’s one this week.
Will I find you in a bubbling creek,
Or in the man passed, traversing?
I make notes with underlining,
Might it stick, the underlying,
But in then out, my mind is weak,
You I seek.
The miracle I’m demanding,
Is found in a Body, so fitting,
Where God becomes one with the meek
And as Man starts to clearly speak,
That I may have understanding.
You I seek.
Gary Edward Geraci
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