I was lost

I couldn’t touch you
but my hands
reached for you anyway
toward ceilings

touching skies
behind eyelids
and church pews

I couldn’t see you
I looked for you anyway
like a flashlight
searching the dark

I sought my next step
listening hard
for a voice to guide me

and there you were
a sound so sweet

and now I see

That they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Acts 17:27