I found myself at a loose end today

I found myself in bed with an old man
He showed me where my soul dwelt and its light
He thinks we can be holy, and we can
Especially when we  love  with all our might

I found myself at a loose end today
Walking in the rain in  my wool coat
I didn’t know what else  to do but pray
There was  holy water but no boat

I found my self and knew I was a poet
For I had a pen  behind my ear
Useful for the  images I wrought
Out of words  and into sentence dear

Nowadays it’s harder for the young
No tablet fits behind the ear  or on the tongue
I guess one might well  sing it like a song
When we hear the bells of heaven ring

I found myself in photos on the news
I look like the terrorist  who schemed
Ah ahah,they’d need  me like a bruise
I am I, a figment of their dreams

On the whole I’d rather lose myself
In a novel or in tender arms
What about our spiritual  health
Let us feel the  holy love that calms

Losing, finding, what is it we seek?
If we are a self, are we  unique?
I read Latin,Hebrew,even Greek
I  forgot that human beings want to speak