The Face (I Seek) Poem by Maia Padua

Who was that image I've been searching?
Who was that image I've been missing?
Not just a face, not the word for it
Deeper, its goes beyond its meaning
The Face that I was really seeking.

Why do I seek that face once I've known?
Why do I seek for that soothing look?
I seek that face who have saved me
I seek that look, soothing my soul.

Have I forgotten Him or I'm just pretending?
Pretending or simply gone astray?
My soul walk aimlessly in confusions
In the din of flickering lights and urban jungle
In streets of doubts and temptations.

What was I'm feeling? Anguish?
Meaninglessness or faithlessness?
Or troubled by the noise within my soul?
I was lost, my life was going nowhere
Deaf and blind of His sufferings, everywhere.

Until I saw His face,
And saw faces on that Face, so divine
And felt that one of the faces
In the Face of the dying Christ was mine.


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