Lauren Taylor

Lost and Found

I wander the streets with no direction.

I stumble and fall to my knees.

The feet of neighbors pass by, but none look down to see me.

A stranger stops and pulls me to my feet.

I receive the address, but where is the door?

I am standing in front of the door.

What keeps me from walking into the light?

I hear a still small voice calling me by name.

The door is open.

The light pours out revealing my filth in its true colors.

I am blinded by the light and cannot see past the ramshackle doorframe.

I move forward by faith alone.

As I step through the door, the still small voice enters my heart.

The filth on my skin and the stains on my clothes are washed clean.

I find rest at home, but I now see where I came from.

Walking the streets, I am the stranger.

Are you lost?

Here is the address.

I hope to see you at home.