Where Are You? Poem by Seamus O' Brian

i stare at words of marvelous comfort and

decide that my heart is not the comforting type

words of life and power, words that brought

a universe from nothing.

but sometimes i need arms

sometimes i need whispers of words

I have enough faith to look at everything

and believe that nothing I see is enough

to explain anything. To not see you,

but know you. To long, though,

like Thomas, to know the touch

of your scars against my fingers.

To hear, not read, the sound of

your voice forming the words

'Fear not' even as the same breath

formed the stars and made light

race forth from dark nothing.

instead, awareness of an unheard

voice rises in my soul as the faint

glow precedes the dawn. 'Go,

be my arms to the outcast,

and you will find me;

be my voice to the forgotten,

and you will find me;

be my heart to the unloved,

and, there, that is where

you will always find me.'