Lost
Cold
alone
afraid; yet
still scampering.
hoping searchers last
throughout the chilling night.
never stop moving; praying
Great master lead me onto paths
where volunteers continue searching.
Lift My voice to sing; that I may be found!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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