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.