I chased you out the window
of my father’s ancient van
as you drafted a singular course
and made your final stand
amongst the cast off treasures
in the ditch along the interstate
You were the most precious thing I possessed
but who would ever know it?
So much that is cherished
looks like nothing to another
And have I passed by something precious
in the eyes of another,
and failed to see?
Give me the eyes of a Lover, Lord,
and redeem the refuse of this life
until it is precious to me.
For there is enough here
that has been cast off and abandoned.
Let me be someone who finds,
who treasures what is seen, known, loved.