Who Lives Alone
"He
lives alone" I heard him say,
Who sadly cast a glance my way,
"it must be hard, when day is done,
To set the table just for one.
What does he do when twilight falls,
All alone within those walls?
It is a shame he's missing out,
On what the world is all about."
I paused a
moment in surprise,
Then turned and gazed into his eyes,
And felt a pang of sympathy,
For those who LOOK but do not SEE.
Within each soul God puts a spark
Of purest hope that lights the dark,
And in each life however small,
The faith to muddle through it all.
Within each
heart He does abide,
However forms and features hide
The patient strength His hands bestow,
Upon us mortals here below.
Who lives alone should never be
The object of one's sympathy,
For moments worth their weight in gold,
Are often ours to have and hold.
To reach
the door and turn the key,
And know He's waiting there for me,
With time for thought and time for prayer,
How light the burdens that I bear.
And though I set a place for one,
He's with me 'til the meal is done,
And evermore and constantly,
I have the Lord for company.
Grace E. Easley
This is another piece from one of the booklets that Anne
left for me to find. After a twenty months of reading a page a day, I have not
read them all. And so you see, She did not leave me "Alone".
(I took the liberty of changing the original female pronouns in the poem to male
pronouns.)
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