Found.
Found.

Stopped in mid-track in cross embrace,
Not cross, but loving, forgiving, holding.
A leaning in.
The body strong, broad, steady, still.
Surrounding love enfolding fear
Pressing hands secure and safe.
The bones of age revealing the relief of a deeper joy.
Not lost, but found.

Ringed fingers pass through matted hair -
Upholding righteousness, soothing a  troubled mind.
White robes - a forgiving purity encompassing a poverty of soul.
Anticipating honor - an excess of grace:
'Not dead, but alive - let the feasting begin.'
Yet faceless, still
Buried in a son.
With hidden tears.
Another pietà.
Embracing before embraced.
Wanting. Wanting.
And found.

(See Luke chapter 15, the lost and found chapter.  These are resurrection stories!)

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