Follow The Light
I
AM ALONE
The
birds have stopped their sweet singing.
The phone has stopped its loud ringing...
I am alone.
The
cards have now stopped coming.
My voice has ceased its gay humming...
I am alone.
The
days and nights grow yet longer.
For the sound of a human voice I hunger...
I am alone.
My
family and friends don't understand me.
They complain they are too busy...
I am alone.
Won't
you talk to me?
Won't you write to me?
Won't you love me?
I
am alone and fear death.
You
are not alone, My dear.
You have nothing to fear...
I AM HERE.
I'll
listen when you call.
I'll hold you lest you fall.
I AM HERE.
My
love will endure to the end.
I am your only true Friend...
I AM HERE.
It
matters not what name you use.
I'll answer to any name your choose.
I AM HERE.
Talk
to me and I will listen.
Talk to me through tears that glisten.
You are not alone!
I
AM HERE!
I
Am Your God!
And I Have Overcome Death!
Numbers 11:17 And I will come down and talk with thee there: and I will take of the spirit which is upon thee, and will put it upon them; and they shall bear the burden of the people with thee, that thou bear it not thyself alone.
by
Dorothea K. Barwick (c)1990
Previously published: Starlight #11, June 1990,
Wilson N.C., Irene B. Harrell, Editor
This poem was written about my Mother's fears and how I felt to blame for being so busy all the time. Someone in her church read it to the congregation, making them aware of their neglectfulness of the elderly widows and widowers who, after several months alone, felt that no one cared anymore. Her phone started ringing again and people who didn't know what to say found that they didn't have to talk, but merely listen. Mom's days were no longer lonely!
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