Alone...but not lonely...

When that soft and nagging feeling
gnaws deep within...
comes prodding like
the traveling minster
with songs in minor key.
Solemn, somber, and gentle they lay
like soft dew
on the soft crystal lawn...
Yet crisp and cool on the feet...
Still yet demanding attention.

Do you hear the melody?
Rising through the silent dawn
like the lone whippoorwill
serenading the rising sun...
with great grace she sings.
The song of life...
lifts her heart...
lifts her head...
in splendor.

Amid the fleeing shadows we hear...

The Voice.

My child.
That gnawing hollow
in your soul...
That placid pool
of still blue water...
is my very soul...

hungering...
yearning...
longing...
for some time...

With you.

xtnyoda, shalomed