Let Me Find You

Let me find you

Let me find you as I walk on this journey

A journey that I am unsure of its purpose

Let me find you

But not in the arrogant way that Robert Frost 

    enlightenedly chose that less travel road

Let me find you in the happenstance 

    of my sauntering and seeking

Let me find you in the way the sunlight glints and dances

    with the morning dew

    refracting light in a spectacle of brilliance 

Let me find you in a moment of anticipation

    as a child with her hands cupped together

    holding them to her chest

    peeking between her soiled fingers

    and discovers in her crinkled palm

    a firefly

    illuminating her with momentary wonder

Let me find you in the deliberateness of my steps

    amongst tree roots that twist and turn and turn and twist

    with intention

    with the intention to ground their larger selves 

in something larger than theirselves

so that they can reach toward sky 

for the greatness of their dreams

and cry out “hallelujah”