Coffee shops, or crowded streets,
Smoky rooms or airplane seats,
Side by side or paths uncrossed--
Can I help it? I feel lost.
I may take a train today,
Arrive quite safe, or lose my way;
I may sit still in empty wood,
And feel a chilling of my blood.
I may sit at hearth and home,
Friends drawn nigh, for here I've come.
But God, my stomach twists like so:
I feel I've gone where you don't go.
Before a crowd, or on my own,
I feel abandoned and alone:
My heart, it shies when bid go on,
And I arrive, but you have gone.
I wrap myself in dark of night
And let your form slip out of sight,
And mist and woods and yellow moon
Will stifle all my words here soon.
The sun beats down! A door bell rings.
The traffic roars, the quartet sings.
But here I am, looking for God,
Forced to watch and to applaud.
The world performs before my eyes
And will not hear my lonely sighs.
A mem'ry turns me cold again:
It starts to stir from deep within....
Till from behind your arms slip round,
And suddenly, I have been found.
postscript
You ever feel completely alone no matter where you are? Well, you aren't. Title taken from Psalm 139.