A Stumbled-Upon Truth

I am lost for You, will be lost for You, can be lost for You. All that I am is a corner of Your footprint— a message to the world that You were— and are— here. I am lost for You; lost for breath, lost into the folds of life, lost from the clutches of hopelessness. I am lost for You. At a loss for words, unable to speak lest my words betray a frailty that is not Yours. Unable to move, lest I find that my footprints are out of line with Yours. I am lost to the world, unable to be a part of it any more; my heart is forever forbidden to find its resting place in the shadows of earthly things. Your cross is my pride, my joy. I am lost for You.