Lost and Found

There’s a grief in the change
in the loss of the familiar
the steadiness and sureness of circumstance
in which I could comfortably reside.
The words that have been said
these last few years-prophecy true now.
Apparently I stand a woman, supposedly
strong and steady, ready
to face the world and all it brings.
It’s all changing. Reality shifting…
so much remaining unknown.
I’m no longer just myself—no,
for now I am fusing to another
within whom so much is found.
Yes. This is good. This is how
things ought to be—stretching,
challenging
yet full of blessing. There is
excitement in the prospect
or rather, the promise, of adventure
in seeking, following hard after
the Lord and His beauty.

Love, I look into your eyes
what I find reflects all.
There is comfort, security
hope and promise, uncertainty
for what I do not yet know.
There ultimately is the look of
unconditional love--
the presence of the Lord himself.

And now I walk into much unknown, held
by promises I know to be true.
Each day, dying a bit more, losing
more of myself…only to be found
within you and You...instead of one,
now I find myself within two. Smile, yes,
and I rejoice at what is to come. The Lord
is good and His love endures, certainly
with you this truth resounds. Yet,
in this moment, I grieve a little for what has been

lost

awaiting the promise for all that is to be found.