Lost.
You and our country have been lost far too long,
Dear one.
In activity,
In providing,
In caretaking,
In worry and fret.
In circuitous routes that promised bounty and did not deliver.
In other people's views of who and what you should be.
And in your own quicksand of do's and don'ts,
Where every move you make takes you deeper,
Where you do not want to be.
You have been lost far too long.
I have watched,
Waited,
Prayed for,
And longed for you.
I have had my eyes on you.
There was little I could do for you without your say-so,
Your consent,
Your go-ahead.
Remember I will never intrude.
I speak only by invitation when you ask and are willing to get quiet enough to listen.
Now that you are here and with your permission,
I can speak well on your behalf.
With you,
For you,
Through you.
I long to help you find your way,
To help America find her way.
Life is designed for moving forward,
Away from what harms and towards that which adds life to your life,
Life to America.
Moving forward is another birthright you inherited as an American.
Moving forward is our nation's birthright,
The root of its conception.
Count on me,
Dear one,
And America,
To help lost become a faint memory and found to become home.
Shall we discover found together?
