In a world of scattered thoughts and things,
Where chaos in silent whispers sings,
God lets me lose, so I might find,
Miracles hidden, to remind.

Among the clutter, beneath the piles,
Lost objects travel miles and miles,
Yet in this maze, so vast, so wild,
Lies a path led for every child.

For every treasure slipped from grip,
There lies a lesson in the trip,
A gentle nudge towards the divine,
In lost and found, a sign, a line.

God’s grace, a mystery, unfurls,
In finding keys amongst the pearls,
A miracle, small yet profound,
In every lost, a found is crowned.

So let the winds of chance blow free,
For in the lost, God whispers, “See,
In every turn, in every bind,
There’s a miracle left to find.”

April 9, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop