I opened Your words and my heart cried
“Seek his face!” Your face I will seek.
I sought your face
– it was for sale.
12 ½ for him and 205 for Jim.
When it was no longer for sale
it held still before my eyes
still like a picture
hung in a museum.
I sought your face again and I found it dirty.
You passed north through the waters
and still your face looked dirty
– it was always that way.
Vinegar and Kerosene for your baptism
pesticide to anoint your head.
I sought your face again and beheld it.
Yes I held it seeing what Elijah saw.
And then you were gone.
Even as I held you, you were hidden.
How did we get here?
I beg when I seek your face
May it not be
at the expense of yours