Where are You?

 From hidden covers, I tried to look for you.  In your words, left marred by the weight of history, you are mysterious, clothed of invisibility, unknown, unsearchable.

Where oh Lord can I find you?  You seemed elusive as phantoms to cluttered minds.  At once murky, inscrutable, unspoken even in muted praying lips.

I cannot conceive your divinity as I am baffled by your humanity.  You go against the grain of human thoughts, unexplained, unlabeled, apart.

Where do I find you but in the naked eyes of my fellowmen - poor, needy, dejected and alone.  You are hungry, sick, imprisoned, condemned to die.  You are thirsty, cold, disrobed, subjected to indignities, impaled on a cross.

I avoid your gaze because I am afraid...to look into myself.  

My brother holds your disguise in plain view.  Your countenance pained with sorrow etched in the outstretched hand.  Did I pass you by when I meet the homeless?  Did I notice you among those dejected?  Did I visit you when you were sick?  Did I stick around when you were alone?

If I were truly looking, I need not contemplate further than my own beating heart.  You are here, there, and everywhere.  All I have to do is open my eyes.