November 30, 2015
Tonight, Lord, I am alone.
Little by little the sounds died away in the church,
The people went away,
And I came home,
I passed people who were returning from a walk.
I went by the cinema that was disgorging its crowd.
I skirted the café terraces where tired strollers were
trying to prolong the pleasure of a Sunday holiday.
I bumped into youngsters playing football on the footpath,
Other people’s youngsters who will never be my own.
Here I am, Lord,
The silence troubles me,
The solitude oppresses me.
Lord, I am 35 years old,
A body made like others,
Ready for work,
A heart meant for love,
But I’ve given you all.
It’s true, of course, that you neede...