Alone is an underrated word
Do we know what it means?
Have we felt its sting to the fullest?
Have we walked in the dark groping for candles or matches or a cell-phone glare?
Have you lived if?
Or maybe I haven’t
In its depths, there is always a glimmer
In its talons, a minute scrape of resistance
The physical gives way to the spiritual and light lives
Darkness runs from a spark
Lord, tonight, be that spark
Strength perfect in weakness
Hope in the failing and the chaos.
That’s who You are!
Breathe when the lungs have stopped
Pump when the heart has stopped beating
Be near when everything feels distant.
That’s who You are
And I trust you!