What the heart searches
in its spaces
between blood and flesh,
down through windings
of time and dream,
wandering these dark
and shining chambers,
moving though certain
through certain lands
that reach to cross
the ever distant

Watch for me then,
wait for me,
watching in the deep
as day becomes night,
and night turns to day.

You will hear me
in the whisper only you
can hear,
a touch only you
could know.

Watch for me
in the flame,
in the flower,
in the wind that breathes-
And as time turns
hour onto hour
I will wait in the spaces that time
and watch for you.


David Russell OFS,
San Damiano Assisi