CLXXXV

Across the busy party’s scattered heads

one’s lost and cannot find the One he’s sought.

Despite his choice to be here, where he treads

is no familiar place as well it ought.

And You, You see him—You: the One he seeks.

You see his desperate eyes dart back and forth?

Across the strangers voices his gaze sweeps:

concern, and fear, uncertainty of worth.

Then in one moment now your eyes lock in,

and his grow wider with shock and relief.

He follows with a satisfying grin

that sluffs off weight like mountains wrought with grief.

It’s this good moment that you must recall:

this one with God that waits upon us all.