Lord i seek thee
inside a beggar's eyebags
between the church's pews
under a hooker's belly
between every letter of gospel's verses
on the fourteen surfaces of the cross
under a priest's robe
and nunnery's rasberry jam

Lord i seek you
between anxious rustling grass
before your beautifully unreal sunset
between doubtful clouds
amongst the saints' steps
deep inside the holy water
and the broken crumbs of your body
in jerusalem
or a brothel in cebu
Lord,
give me strength for the search of something that i will almost never find.