Missing You Today.

I stand at the sink thinking on just how much I miss You.

The One I have never seen.

With scars I've never touched.

You whose voice I have never heard.

And I hurt.

Because it is frustrating.

When the treasure possessed is intangible.

When shaking hands are held in mid-air.

And the nearest thing to a photograph is Your beating heart framed in hallowed words on leather-bound pages.

Those words are the shadows of Your face.

And I cry because I wasn't there to sit at Your feet.

Or to lay the loved one's ailing form before You.

Or to reach and touch the garment with a trembling hand.

And I wasn't at the wedding.

And I wasn't at the tomb.

And I wasn't covered by the dust that came up from under Your feet as You tread a path through this wasteland called "world".

I follow.

here and now.

But today I wish I could put my footprints in Yours.