Found

                                                                                                       
There I was
completely unaware that I was lost
When you came looking for me
like a sheep wandering in the 
wild  you found me.
Me, this me:






Like a missing coin
You searched for me intently
Leaving your ninety-nine
you came after me
Me, this me.







I admit, I was lost without any
inclination of how much I needed you
Yes, I was lost but you found me,
Now you rejoice over me,
Me, this me!

Temple

Temple, you were an epitome of fortitude
A place to commune with the spirit
Temple, what happened to  you?
I went inside you only to find that your walls were broken
Even your seats could no longer hold me up
Your floors were so damaged I couldn't kneel on them to pray
Oh, you were supposed to be a symbol of beauty
A passageway to the divine
I can no longer burn my incense in you
Temple, how I long for your walls to be rebuilt again
For you to become the true place of worship you once were

The Path

I hear you say to me, "follow me"
Your words rush through my brain
Like adrenaline as I begin to quicken my pace
to close the distance between us

I lean towards You and You continue to speak,
"This road is marked with suffering" 
"I am ready to suffer!" I respond quickly with a
Child-like zeal.

Your eyes pierce through my soul as 

You look at me,

The intensity of your gaze makes me

Feel Like my heart is cut open on a 

Surgeon's table, every vien and artery 

in full display for all to see

Before I could cry out, " I am so unworthy"

You lift my head up and whisper again

To me," "Follow me" 

I'll Never Leave You

My child let me hold you

Let me comfort you

You don’t have to walk this path alone 

I am your shield

I will catch you when

You fall,

Nurse you to health

Yes, my love, the apple of my eyes

My love, you are never alone

I am with you in the midst of the fire

Take my hand, and I will

Take you to your place of rest

Angel

What a perfect picture you both were! 

But now your "true one" is  gone...

Gone with the 

trophies that once laid hanging

on your dusty table

Count yourself 

blessed my friend

because your angel saved

you  yesterday

to keep your eyes from seeing

what your "true one" really is 

today.

Wait my friend

With time, this stale air will blow away

and refreshing winds will blow once again.

Yes, you lost what was true to you

Wait my friend, the divine giver 

never runs dry of his precious gifts...