Bev Psalm 38: Alone

 Alone I awake. Tiny steps I take, walking

   room to room, to my revelatory chair.

Writing lines of psalms, insights to share.

Life is not black or white, right or wrong.

It is all those choices that make us strong.

To rhyme or not to rhyme as I write is not

   the question I ask each time I look into

   the mirror and say, “Who am I?”

I see the note taped there: “You are cherished”

   and I say in response, knowing that is true,

   it helps, but I AM alone.

Alone does not mean lonely. Well, that’s

   also true, sometimes.

Friends visit for reasons I’m grateful for,

   care given, dishes washed, laundry done,

   bed linen changed, sacrament given and more.

Daughter comes to cheer and hug and help

   me solve puzzles galore.

Three hours there, one hour here and

   two hours more.

Maybe weekly, sometimes not. Yet, I am

   not lonely, just alone.

I pray. Angelic visitors come. Earthly videos

   viewed are on the same theme: prayers

   answered. The Holy Ghost comforts and

   it seems love surrounds me.

My heart overflows with joy.

Then I remember, Jesus alone, in that garden

   so long ago. Angels descended to strengthen

   Him but His work was done alone.

“Father, where art Thou?” silence from heaven.

“Not my will, but thine be done.” His work alone.

Alone is sacred. Whether in a wilderness, a

   Garden or in a revelatory recliner.

There is wisdom given as we walk slowly the

   paths of mortal life, if we intentionally make

   moments of silence, stillness and quiet,

   praying to know our Father’s will for us.

Ours only is to act and say, “Thy will be done.”