where do you, I get lost?

in thoughts and words,

that drag us down

wrapping themselves

around our hearts and minds

in ivy like tendrils shutting out

the light.

in busyness,

frenetic diaries demanding,

and demanding our attention,

urgent and important,

an incessant chatter

that drowns the deeper,

real-er song!

in worries,

in fears,

in pursuit of pleasure,

material gain,

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.

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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

we need…

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and perhaps it is in waking to our lostness,

that we are found….