The Searcher

Dark nights spent searching
Through storm-swept forgotten places
Shouting out names, echoed on stones
In caves, caverns, along ancient byways
Scaling cliffs and dangerous paths, he raced
Seeking strangers and wanderers, lost or alone
He came out of nowhere when all hope was gone
Sweeping away blackness, chasing away night
Healing the broken, binding up their wounds
A physician, a teacher, his love knew no bounds
Rescuing yet another, and another, and another
They say He spoke gently when asked who he was
And whispered and told them softly…I AM…

© 2011 S. Michaels
Knowing Every Acre

Author’s note: ‘Lappidoth’ is a little-known Biblical name which inspired this poem and means ‘a man of many lanterns’.

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