I do not see You
Yet You flow through things
I do not hear You
Yet Your words are in the wind
I do not feel You
Yet Your love binds it all as one
I do not know where to find you
Yet You are everywhere all at once
I stand imperfect
In Your presence
Pondering what I knew
Who are You?
Will I see Your face
If I cry enough tears?
Your bio page quotes the Gospel of Thomas, and this poem sounds amazingly like it. Although, personally, I consider that Gospel spurious, or gnostic at best, the ability to write in its style is impressive, and this poem certainly impresses me.
Starward