where do you, I get lost?
in thoughts and words,
that drag us down
around our hearts and minds
in ivy like tendrils shutting out
frenetic diaries demanding,
and demanding our attention,
urgent and important,
an incessant chatter
that drowns the deeper,
in pursuit of pleasure,
in food, and maybe in the bottom of the bottle,
that soothes but never dulls the deeper ache.
in griefs that cut us to the quick,
in small day to day,
day by day things that
lead us further and further
from our true home.
and how do we know we are lost?
maybe we need something to bring us up short,
a glimpse of something more real,
more true, more beautiful,
or something sharp, with a sting
that calls us to our senses….
here is the gift, here is the grace
and perhaps it is in waking to our lostness,
that we are found….