I want to go
where the lost things go
to rest
peacefully and
quietly
Without a shell
my spirit will dwell
on a pillow of peace
covered by grace
Will I be missed or be replaced?
Lost things aren’t lost
but rather set free
Transcending
to the holiest place
outside of the tangible
removing disgrace
How much longer must I wait
to become what I was born to be?
A wondrous lost thing.
Pain free
Worry free
Loved and
accepted
for eternity
I am ready.
