I want to be lost
in the overwhelming
& invigorating truth
that my life has been
and is extremely so,
in that moment,
bountiful.

Lost is wrong,
I meant consumed.
Those feel like opposites.
Maybe I did, after all,
mean lost...

I want to be lost in it,
meaning that my next move
takes me not to familiar ground,
but to unturned stones
and verdant paths.

I want to be  lost
in the certainty that God
has planned my next step --
not planned, but intended
and secured it...
mistake-less.

I want to walk out my door
and when I jump
I want the wind
to carry me to places --
nooks and horizons between
where I've never been
and what I could
only ever imagine.

I just want to be
certain in that my
untouched experiences bloom
and that I loose my way
enough to uncover
truth --

and at that reality --
and maybe some dreams
as well.