lost and found

Some things are meant for losing.  Traveling along toward sunny skies and shedding yourself of that extra layer–a coat flung haphazardly against a peeling white fence.  Ridding yourself of your shoes so your toes can be graced with the grass.  Hearts stripped open without pretense before a friend as you lazily let dip your feet in the rushing water while chattering away to the same cadence.

Some things are meant for keeping safe.  A story carried throughout the day only to be whispered into his ear between the covers.  An “I love you” written on a note tucked in a lunch box.  A kiss on the forehead when tears stain cheeks.  A heart.

Some things are meant for being found.  Redemption.  The sunrise across the sky hidden in the depths of the wood.  A second chance or a third.  Broken things made new.  Trust. Answers to prayers and questions.  Hope. A cross written in the clouds.