Without your touch,
I forget my place.
And I find my world barren
absent your embrace.
Without you, I am lonely
with a loneliness that kills.
But with you, darling,
I’m lonelier still.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Without your touch,
I forget my place.
And I find my world barren
absent your embrace.
Without you, I am lonely
with a loneliness that kills.
But with you, darling,
I’m lonelier still.
Holidays are for many burdened souls
a “hollow daze,”
as the bright lights,
garish decorations,
and leviathan feasts
make them to recall
again
the empty chairs
and quiet corners.
(May you encounter an unanticipated peace this week.)