“I was mistaken to believe I was so godforsaken. How could I be when all the lovely things have made their home in me.”
I am all alone.
Who will love me? Who will care?
All my efforts have come to naught.
Abandoned, forgotten, friendless.
Yet, all along, my friend, he walks.
He talks to me in tender ways.
He tells me that I have missed
the love that is especially mine.
I did not see the little smiles.
I did not hear the morning’s call.
I did not know life held me close.
My mind was lost in sorry thoughts.
In love’s kind way, we should not think
of what we want to grab and guard.
We share our light unashamed.
We reach and kiss an aching world.
I was mistaken to believe
I was so godforsaken.
How could I be when all the lovely things
have made their home in me?