When evening draws to a close, and the night’s silent
whispers
Bring to mind the emptiness of the night, I wish for the
arms of my love
And hope that those arms will bring me warmth and peace
Loneliness is common to every man, a stalking beast with
a split personality
Sometimes leading us toward a sense of terror and despair
but at the same time
Giving us comfort from the world’s noise; how can that
be?
What I learn from being alone is to enjoy the quiet and
disappear in my thoughts,
To dream of past and future; to wonder what might have
been and what will be.
Loneliness is a silent partner that speaks the loudest in
your heart.
How can we be lonely in a crowd of thousands; why don’t
those faces bring us comfort,
Knowing that their hearts beat just like ours and they
seek the same things?
Somehow a veil hides the truth; we somehow worry that
loneliness is unique to us.
Kingdoms rise and fall, yet great men and women of power
and prestige
All share the common emotion of loneliness at one point
in their lives.
Comfort may come in many forms, some destructive and some
in a lover’s embrace.
Loneliness is a chronic illness that shows itself even in
times of great joy and great happiness
Like a tank of gas that has to be replenished, love is
the only thing that can fill that void:
Love of a mighty God, a soft voice, or the children of
your inheritance, all these may be used as a salve for this disease.
We must all face the beast, but know that time alone is
both a blessing and a curse.
Make of it what it needs to be; a time of reflection and
review; a time of hope and strength;
Know that it will come and go, but fill the emptiness as
you must.
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