Poem: What Are You Looking For? (John 1:38)
Third poem of Love's Curiosity Series
His first recorded question,
spoken to two men
who’d begun to follow
without being asked,
drawn by something
that ached in their chests.
What are you looking for?
The words land deep,
bypass every easy answer,
probe the hunger
beneath the hunger—
not what they want
but what they’re dying without.
They stammer back geography—
Where are you staying?—
as if his address
could house the homesickness
that pulled them
from their nets.
Come and see, he said,
the only answer
to unanswerable seeking,
the invitation that opens
every door worth entering.
But first that question
floating in the morning air,
filtering into spaces
we’re afraid to name:
What are you looking for?
Are you seeking comfort
or the breaking that remakes you?
Quick answers
or questions that won’t let go?
A teacher
or transformation?
What are you looking for?
The question that begins
every honest journey,
every prayer that costs us something,
every step toward the One who asks
not because he doesn’t know
but because Love always longs
to hear us speak
our deepest hope.