Incoherent jumble of thoughts? (in B major)

Where are all the lonely people?
Are they quietly lost for words?
Did they drown in the music
That fills their lonely world?

Where are all the lonely people?
Are they hiding behind smiles?
Maybe they're just asleep beneath
Their daydreams for a while

Were you lonely as you faced your Father's will?
In the garden, in that darkness,
On the road towards that hill
Where you died


Did you see all the lonely people
As you hung up on the cross?
Did you feel the guilt on you
As you bore what belonged to us?

More than lonely
As He turned His face away
But you only
Could have done what you did that day
You died


Why am I still lonely?
I know you rose again
How long will I be waiting
For this loneliness to end?

Come and fill me
With Your Spirit and Your Word
So I can come before You
And know that I am heard...
And not alone

...

Graduation...Yay we are old.

Things that flow

Time is a relative phenomenon:
Trickling when words fail,
Spurting in dreams,
Flowing in the joy of a moment.

Listening to familiar voices through paper-thin walls
In drowsiness I feel detached from late-night activity
Too tired to bother to make things rhyme
Just a need for ink to flow along with the time
(Ok, but that rhymed.)

Tonight my eyes feel dry
Heater made the air warm and toasty
Thought-clouds above my head too weather-beaten
For tears to flow
(Maybe just don't want to let go.)

Time to sleep in restless slumber
Laughter, handwriting, hair, a tangled mess
Straighten it out in morning's thunder
Though skies pour with rain, the time flows no less.

(January 2006)