Who has not felt the razor terror
at the loss of any child, and this boy
was the One; there was no room for error.
Every word was watched, each moment of joy
was filtered through fear, and now he was gone.
Had they already flogged him, shed his blood,
or had he wandered off to be alone
in the eternity of solitude?
Even then he was elusive—on the move.
He was the story of a missing son.
He was a riddle impossible to solve—
a divine duel to be lost or won,
and even they had to face the search, the test,
the mystery, the question and the quest.