Alone Thyself

Alone, alone, all alone,

Alone in the wide, wide world,

Alone in the din,

Alone in the bustling crowd,

Alone all abound.

Let the cavalcade pass by

Loaded with fun and frolic,

Roars of laughter,

Peels of revelry,

As on the side lines

I stand stark and stoic.

Should I then be lonely?...

Deep down the abyss,

The ripples of emptiness,

Let me, o Lord, hear Thee.

Let me feel Thy ineffable presence.

In my vivacious void,

In ecstasy of exuberant yearning,

Let me love Thy gracious glory.

Alone but not lonely,

Aloud in endless quietude

Let me then pray Thee

And one with Thyself be.

                                                                                      11/2017