Where I was Found
In the beginning. . . . . .
There is always a beginning, and an end
But often
We do not know
Which is which
I can only tell you
That of the truth I know
For me
It was in a dark place
Ashes and dust
The earth held me firm
Then heat and fire
Did cause me to find
Through adversity
And Pain
My aim was much higher
And hungered for a larger space
But it was strong
Yet gentle hands
That found and lifted me
From the darkness of my mind
Sheltered me
Gave me truth
My name and calling
Thus removing my disgrace
And that. . . . .in the humblest of places
is where I was found
My purpose and destiny
Now entwined