i guess we two, you and i,
are both seekers
in a way,
both peering
into the invisible,
looking for answers.
but the answer i seek
is that you’d find
your own answer,
that the invisible
would become less mysterious,
solid and real to you
as it has been
for me.
you are my answer.
an answer i do not know
if i will ever receive.
the difference between our quests
is this–
if you seek truly,
you are promised to find.
if i plead with everything
i have
i am promised
no such thing,
gifted certain goodness
but not precisely
what my heart desires.
but i keep praying
that you keep seeking,
wishing i had some way
of knowing
you haven’t given up.
hold on to your promise, seeker,
and i’ll hold on
to mine–
that He hears my heart’s cry
and will make himself known
to those who seek
with all their hearts.