Let Me Be Found Here Poem by Shaun William Hayes

My coming here is but for a short time
And my going, a mere moment
But the time before and the time after
(that which does not include me in this fixed way)
Goes on and on and on

So for this brief time of being
When I am fixed here
Before my going
I will attend to those things
Which are mine to do

And I will treasure this time
For it is all so short
And infinity’s hand has a broad sweep
That carries all before it

So before I am lost – let me be found
Let me be found here
Here in my being, in this fixed nature
Where I am formed into humanity’s grace
And wonder at it all my days