Don’t tell me about loneliness, that fiendish friend.
We all well know its ways, how it arrives
and vanishes, and hollows a sinuous
trail inside density of life like
a worm or a beetle into greenness.
And then unbidden, you follow, track
it with eye of hawk, root out damage
of its work, you howling and quaking,
trying to snatch all up, take it away.
The trickery is that loneliness is a masquerade,
and it seeks to beckon you into places
where the wearied self must seek truth
blooming inside each perilous, solitary ache.
But God sits there, the One you forgot,
God Who flings stars that will forever net you,
Who prunes sorrow with a stubborn mercy.
Then brings forth a mirror, reveals how beloved
are we who somehow imagine abandonment.
5 thoughts on “Friday’s Quick Pick/Poem: Masquerade”
Exquisite words. Your gift to me on this crisp autumn morning. Thank you.
Ah, your gift to me is reading and appreciating them, so I thank you in rturn.
We must just weather it with hope
Part of the human condition, of course…I am rarely lonely, anymore, thankfully. Mostly, these poems simply arrive very fast and I just write them down!
Just like my offerings 🙂