I feel empty in a holiday season;
separated from all of reality;
tho I’m here, I don’t feel a reason;
suffering a loss of normality.
In a room, crowded with emptiness;
a feast that’s lacking sustenance;
longing the warmth of sweet caress;
a vessel, devoid of substance.
A partnerless man, attending a dance;
both, looking and feeling all alone;
emptiness, never attracts romance;
he might just as well, stayed home.
A man, filled with love and desire;
and a purpose of achievement;
heart, grown cold; no longer on fire;
a product of life long bereavement.
A lifetime of buffeting winds of time;
have all brought about this condition;
mind evaporating from body sublime;
a natural product of lifetime attrition.
Words of faith, flow down life’s stream;
transformed to a woman or man;
destined to learn and endure life’s dream;
for it was all a part of God’s plan.
The Spirit is strong; but the body, weak;
together, both learn to love;
and when their growth reaches its peak;
they’re returned to the kingdom, above.