Lost is quiet. An empty medow.

Found is loud. The rejoice of a shepherd.

Lost is small. A lamb, far from its flock.

Found is large. The shepherds embrace.

Lost is sad. Hopelessness that blinds the way back.

Found is joy. The relief and love of that who cares for it.

Lost is shaky. The lambs unsteady legs as it travels further and further away.

Found is strong. The shepherd’s arms around it, guiding the way home.