The Search ©

I have been searching

for a language without

need for words, felt like

the wind,  made with the

ingredients of love and

nourishing the sad, poor

and weak.   I searched for

it on bus rides across the

country, flights over the

sea, in images on maps

and even fireflies on hot

summer nights.  that day

will come when eyes see

bright red flowers growing 

from rocks, the smell of 

mangoes rises from the

farthest places across the

border and the people with 

torn flesh walk into a new 

world. I have searched with

many for prayers without

words,  minus renegotiation

with heaven and replete with

the blessing of Jacob for what

comes.  

h. j. Recinos