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