It’s not when I’m alone
I feel the weight of loneliness.
When I’m alone they talk to me-
The birds, the trees, the leaves.
I hear God’s voice on a gentle breeze,
His tears speaking in the rain.
I hear thoughts of a thousand lives
Now living through me once again.
I hear God’s mercy, I hear God’s wrath
Balanced in one harmonious song.
But when I’m in the crowded room
I see the words so insincere.
Well meaning companions cry and cheer
Yet their sounds all seem to fade.
Lost, in such discordant chimes,
All rage, compete for dominance
In shallow competitions, each
Talk but do not, cannot, hear.