A Thief in the Night

Suddenly
     (yet somehow expected)
he arrived
     the guest...
the heart trembling
      "Who's there?"
            and soul responding
                 "The Moon..."

came into the house
       and we lunatics
ran into the street
            stared up
                  looking
                       for the moon.

Then- inside the house-
              he cried out
"Here I am!"
              and we
beyond earshot
               running around
                    calling him...
crying for him
             for the drunken nightingale
locked lamenting
              in our garden

while we
               mourning ring doves
                       murmured "Where
                                where?"

As if at midnight
         the sleepers bolt upright
in their beds
        hearing a thief
break into the house
         in the darkness
they stumble about
         crying "Help!
               A thief! A thief!"
but the burglar himself
        mingles in the confusion
echoing their cries:
          "...a thief!"
               til one cry
               melts with the others.

And he is with you
               with you
in your search
               when you seek Him
look for Him
               in your looking
closer to you