inside every human heart,
Like a Watchmaker’s Mark,
Is the secret code for Being.
Step, step, tic, tic, time taps the same for you as it does for us;
in the back of the room,
agonizing against the wall,
waiting for a call,
the too short,
the very, very tall,
the busy, the dizzy, the slow.
When we look to you
it is not with a plea to save or fix
or make some affliction go away.
But we do long to hear you say,
“Although I don’t know you, I have something in my heart to show you.”