When the world spins like a drunken merry go round
Lopsided, sickeningly fast
I look out and find You
Unmoveable
my Center
When I was lost, invisible to myself and the world
When I wander away still
You reach out and find me
Your love
my existence
When I write our story
it will be written in one word
Found
“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” Mother Theresa
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