“I do not understand the mystery of grace — only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.”-Anne Lamott

What have I found?

What have I lost?

The stars stretch into the web of the dark sky

Their dying lights meeting my eyes

In a different time

In a different place

To be found

And lost

And found

Again

*painting by Karen Offutt http://www.karenoffutt.com/about/