where is your Son?

She smiled at me and said..

Where He needs to be..

Donning my pilgrim garb

I sought Him everywhere

roaming the world

calling His name

I sought Him in the vast stone cathedrals

my dusty footprints marring their marbled perfection

Peeking in sleepy village churches

i found Him not

I told His mother

I seem to have lost your Son

He is gone somewhere beyond my hungry heart

She wept and said..

He is always near you

In the halls of the wise I sought Him

listening raptly to the sages expound

on their intimate knowledge of Him

poring long hours over dusty books

seeking the road back home

One dark night of bitter cold

walking wearily home

I found Him

In the face of the old blind beggar,

gazing from the forlorn face of a beaten child

He was there..

as His mother had told me all along....

Where He is needed

He turned and smiled lovingly

Foolish child..

The wise and the great have no need of me

In love as they are with their own minds

The vast empty cathedrals are but a monument to human folly

my love not found in the sere dry pages of any book

I am always there in the hearts of the children

the broken and battered in body and soul

In the darkest corners in need of my Light

I roam

gathering my lost ones

to my Loving heart..

I have been waiting patiently for you

to open your blind eyes

and know

I was here for you...

Always...