Found

     Found. Here, now I am found. The
searching continues but the forward
march is here. The emptiness is gone.
Finally. A moment of distance is
losing ground.

     Slowly the steps are heavy. Yet each
motion, the lifting, is easier, lighter.
A sigh of how I was, how I held on so
long. Why? Tightness of pain held
inside for too long.

     Oh how did I remain quiet for so
long? How did the mind not scream?
Was it vanity or insanity?

     How did I let go, release the
exhaustion that I held me in deep
contempt? Why, why did I deceive
myself for so long?

     Dear me, oh how lost I was. Walking
in deep haze. So worried about the next
step. The breath was too moist, too
fiery. Oh how did I even exist, swallow?

    Indeed I pushed myself to an
ultimate low. Indeed the lost trail
began to fade and the needed
pathway wad closing. I am grateful
I caught the gate before it slammed
shut. So grateful I found what was
needed before I wasted away.

      Indeed the thanks goes to Jehovah
for finding me in a low, dark place.
Not quite blind but deafening impaired.
Seeking but only finding mud, sliding
back further and further into my hole.

     Yes I am grateful Jehovah has
found me.