Back there on the shore
They are waving to me.
And I am long forgotten.
I am all music notes
The hammers beat upon my heart strings
Like a pulse.
This is the melody of sweet confusion
And the calmest dread.
Of trust and fear in fusion in my head.
Habit and impulse led me to thy company.
So – with you gone – I scratch a missing limb.
And this is my sublime epiphany:
I can sob and still be trusting Him.
Loneliness a bitter tonic is.
Yet, words…. I find my remedy in this.