…and,

perhaps this

seeking

is not

so much

an isolated

search

to find

You,

once.

But,

my

heart

relentlessly

looking

for

Your

hand

in everything,

and

in

all

things.

Familiar as

You

are

with

dirt

and

blood

and

tears

and

fear

and

death

and

sickness

and

the failing

faith

of

the ones

who

(also)

promised to

follow

You,

regardless.

And

failed.

— And still You are found.