The Gift Of Loneliness
I’ve been given the gift of being alone;
obviously, not one, I’ve selected;
a family of one, hardly makes it a home;
no fellowship, inside, is detected.
“It’s not good for man to be alone,”
or, so I’ve been told, the Master said.
What can He think of my home;
that someone’s hiding under the bed?
Surely I’m not meant as His exception;
doesn’t He care for me, too?
It seems a most unkind reception.
What does the Master want me to do?
To whom do I talk when I’m lonely;
there’s none around to lend an ear;
and, none to talk back; just me only;
and yet, my Master’s still here.
But, how I do I talk to someone not here;
at least, not, a physical representation?
I can’t hear His voice, or see Him appear;
my mind’s going into stagnation.
What is He teaching; from whom can I learn;
from where can this mysterious answer come?
Devoid of all love and fellowship, I yearn;
I can only reach out to the One.
Strangely I’ve found; I’m given a blessing;
for, within His arms, I am stable.
His energies, surrounding, and love caressing;
God’s proven He’s far more than able.
Monty 10/11/21. # 747