Lost But Not Forgotten

A poetic fragment from a 7-part lyric essay about my relationship between lost things and religion. This first one engages with my love for found objects. I love discovering lost things with seemingly little value that, in turn, become so ostensibly valuable to me. I see God in my lost things for where I was lost, religion has found me. Just as I had presumed my worth and subsequently lost my way like the lost things had been discarded as waste, religion and spirituality revitalized my value and found me when I needed to be seen as belonging and when I needed to be rejuvenated as something of irrevocable meaning.