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