I tried to see you
but you waltzed away
I sat by the caged Jesus
in his golden display
I heard you say
"Feel Better" to the old lady
in grey disposition
I listened to your voice's inquisitions
of her troubles and dramas
and wondered if I should traumatize
you by making my presence known
or shown in full hue but
I sat quietly instead
praying for you.
Perhaps another day
we will reconcile our inglorious
ingratitutes in the place where justice and peace
kiss tenderly in bliss forevermore
or perhaps you will never
recognize me as I sit quietly
under your nose by
the Caged Jesus locked in his golden lore.