You I Seek

You I seek, I’m bent on searching,

Book stacks, large, been long collecting,

And nature trips, there’s one this week.

Will I find you in a bubbling creek,

Or in the man passed, traversing?

I make notes with underlining,

Might it stick, the underlying,

But in then out, my mind is weak,

You I seek.

The miracle I’m demanding,

Is found in a Body, so fitting,

Where God becomes one with the meek

And as Man starts to clearly speak,

That I may have understanding.

You I seek.

Gary Edward Geraci