Lost & Found


In isolation,

If we allow it,

We story down tale by tale

Image by image

Until we are

What we have only always been

Undone, empty, naked

and lost.


It is a terrifying moment

Unending and sustaining

Lost and all our images burned

Our tale not so interesting

Our isolation seemingly



But Dear One

When you are Lost

And the fire smolders out

Leaving only your quiet empty lot

The only movement the Wind blowing

Some rag tag papers in a scatter

Then may come the quiet Word of One

Who Loves and Seeks the Lost.

Now you can be found.


Wait now

Wait in the silence

of your vacant lot to be found

He is not afar.


When He comes

You will know your life

Was always isolation

Always lostness and a howl

But now in Him

Finding and being found,

And someday soon the Oneness

You have been seeking

In all the wrong places

Will find and embrace you

And you alone.





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