Lost Until Found

Poetry of the Soul

I am the salt within the wound

The moon that mocks the fool

A dog who’s lost its cool

Fiery embers soothe

Ravenous serpents too

I am the aloe to your sin

Little tidal locked again

A dog who’s lost its fight

No teeth to gnaw or bite

Let it go into the night

I am the excusers mind

Jailbird who’s lost in flight

Two wrongs don’t make a right

A scared loon who fights his plight

Rainbows of black and white

I am a flag half mast flown

The dog who’s lost his home

Broken wings repaid in tears

See it written everywhere

Your faith destroys your fear

The new born King is here


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