lost is lost

Lost is lost

Some times I wander

Starstruck, moonstruck, sunstruck

Looking at this world created

Seeing only

With the eye secular

Seeing only the hate and greed

And fear

And knowing

Too keenly that I am lost

That we are all lost

Wandering around like hit and run drivers

Encapsulated, hard, defensive

Even, aggressive

No wonder there are so many wounded people

Littering our lives

Sometime I dive into the sacred

I become drowned

In the sea of eternity

Sunk into the depths of the sacred

Out of this world

lost in God

But lost is still lost

In a child

Sacred and secular are found

Bound inside the swaddling cloths

Bound inside a child

In a man, dirty feet and all

Shameful death and all

Common and divine are woven

In this one

Who draws together

Everything

All

Creation is invaded by the creator

Creator in the created is bound

And in that single one

In that union

I am found