Found

Wherefrom did you come that I found thee?
And found thee not on a quest mysterious.
Yet the means by which I found thee
Are those only uttered in mystery.

Who would have sought such treasure unknown?
A treasure with stores untold.
But along interrupted way discover
He, the sower, and I, the sown.

What life herein is found for the loving?
The fruit of life’s breath in bloom.
Wisdom once embraced now folly,
Life, not it, but you.

Here is gift made known by the giver.
It is but along this most mundane way.
No longer atop dark mountain of fire
But to Emmaus,     near Capernaum;     by the sea,      by the sea.

Wherefrom did you come that I found thee?
And found thee not on a quest mysterious;
From dark mountain, word-fire descending
Found not thee, but thou, me.

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