I’m Not Lost…
I’m Not Lost
I simply chose a
different way—
(The way the others went is not
wrong nor is the path I chose).
This ‘trail’ was right
for me…
The succulent green grasses,
the sky from this mountain top
a shade of blue I
cannot explain…
The clouds knit themselves into
my wool and when I sing a
lofty bellow into the air~~~
the wind scoops it from the tip
of my tongue and an echo plays
itself on and on.
I cannot see the other 99 from here,
but trust…
I’m not lost.
I’m not alone
and I AM far from the need
to be found.
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