Paying Attention

Pink and white hyacinths in bloom, surrounded by common juniper

It's a good thing I was paying attention
Or I might have missed you both,
Doing your best work,
Right there in the middle of that patch
          of common juniper,
Doing your best to blend in,
But failing in the best possible way
          because you were born for something else.
Can I describe how it feels
          to be a person who sees you?
Like I've just discovered
          fire,
              a secret,
                    God's glory itself.
It satisfies me more than the richest of fare,
Soothes me better than medicinal salve.
Had I known all this time
I'd get so much more out
Of searching, seeing, and knowing
Others,
I'd have spent less effort
Laboring under the mantra of this age:
         See me, know me, seek me, love me.
For it's the glory of God to conceal things,
         but the glory of kings to find them.