I am lonely as I stand before Your sunset.
I want him next to me,
But instead it's You.
Forgive me, Father, for wishing it was him.
At the same time, I am hopeful...
And happy to be there alone with You.
We stand there together as I cry, and grapple,
And hold my breaking heart.
You hold my breaking heart.
And for a moment, I find no joy in Your sunset.
All I see is loss.
All I see is that I've lost the sun...
And I'm all alone
With a sky on fire for You.
And for a moment, I find pure joy in Your sunset--
A promise of the sun's return tomorrow
After it visits the other lonely creatures
Of this small, lonely world.
I am not the only lonely one tonight.
You comfort me with this sad truth.
And you remind me I am not alone...
I am never alone.
In this dark, empty apartment,
Sits the Son.
And when I sit with Him,
He either cries with me,
Or dries all my tears away.
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this poem made me think of you, of now...
Euclid Alone
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized! Euclid alone
Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
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