Found

I took stock and found I had cause to give thanks. Faith has found me, finally. The journey isn't ended. It's not just starting either. And it's a journey that has taught me more than I can tell.
Faith found me, a knife under my pillow and a note explaining the death on my phone. It was there faith found me. Faith pointed out the old father to me. He had failed uncountable times but he trusted faith and rose to the heights beyond the sky. Then faith showed me the condemned robber who gained the King's pardon. Faith told me hope remained, that the minute after midnight is as dark as midnight, although it is already morning. Faith taught me not to fear night but to embrace it as a phase. Faith taught me to dream again, encouraged me that dreams still come true. Faith showed me night is good. That the dream comes before the work. Faith pushed me to dream and dream again.
When faith found me, my songs had ceased. They were stopped in my mouth before ever they were voiced. And the joy of my moonlight dance was swallowed up in the sad sunshine of those dreary days. Faith found me, my head under water, the water in my eyes, over against my nose, pressing against my chest. Faith found me in the valley beyond the stuffy Sahara. In the valley beyond, the globules circled my head and all I saw was the pure terror of a soul destined to live yesterday.
Faith found me then taught me to dream and to live; to sing and to dance; to hope and be grateful; to laugh! Because I had perfected the laugh without the heart, the laughter of teeth. Faith taught my heart to smile and to laugh, taught my eyes to dance.