I look for you
but I’m afraid I look in all the wrong places
expecting to find you
in books
in journal articles
in my own ability to read a text and write a paper
I look for you
but I’m afraid you cannot be found
by impure eyes
by an unclean heart
by a stubborn mind
I look for you
but I am afraid
that you might not let me find you
of what I might have to give up to find you
that maybe you are not to be found
But I will keep looking
Show me the places where you live
Show me the people who live for you
But do not show me yourself…not yet…
I am afraid I cannot bear it
Just give me the ability to keep looking
