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
complete.
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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