The Finding
By Daniel Patrick Sheehan - Emmaus, Penssylvania, USA - 1 June 2013
Your father and I sought you sorrowing.
The first day back, my wondering heart stilled
On the road as the sun was lowering
And listened for you above the bellowing
Of beast and man. We wandered and called,
Your father and I, sought you sorrowing
And surprised: The bright spirit's feathering
Light, the sweet psalm that overwhelmed and filled
Me, your father's dreams, pained and harrowing --
Were these things for nought? Were we following
Mirages when we fled into the wild?
Your father and I sought you sorrowing
Three days in the city, and hallowing
The name of the Lord we found you, child,
At temple as the sun was lowering,
Seated among them, asking, listening.
Your eyes were shining and your face was mild.
My son, I said -- but my heart was softening --
Your father and I sought you sorrowing.