When I wrote this I was struggling with a sense of isolation and inability to communicate, of being trapped behind a mask I put up in public. I think this is something we all must work on. But in this aloneness - I wish not to call it "loneliness" here - is God and his voice. While loneliness is not a good thing, it may persuade us to turn to God; and, as we know, we need every little push in the right direction. Enjoy this short poem. Loneliness Loneliness, that bitter dress The bitterness of knowing this Is nothing more, and nothing less Than timid bliss in deep depress - Is nothing more than broken bless And knowing this: That You are the silence which now I implore, The song which in time I will again profess. And when I choose to receive and not ignore That Glorious Name: That which I shall confess.
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