It’s a word that kind of floats inside me.
Comes and goes with the wings of a bird.
It’s never really gone, somehow that whole
soaring sky is inside of my heart and the
flight takes shape in places on two sides
of the ocean and in relationships as vast as the sea.
Lonely is what it is to really live how we
are called to live. That may sound
strange, but I do believe it’s true.
When we live like this world is not our home
when we listen and abide in a Christ
who walked the loneliest road ever known,
we find ourselves in His blessed company.
Lonely is what shapes us and makes us fit
to carry out the purity of the will of God.
We can live in the midst of the many and
we can perform and hear the praises of men and women
and know the hugs of true friends too, but
it’s in those quiet alone places when our hearts must
find a way out of the singing, drumming sounds to be
this person who is all in all and who can never possibly
do that…that we really come to know the LIFE of the One who IS all in all.
Lonely for me has been on high mountaintops of great
exhilaration and in tattered third world villages and violent street corners
and in the vast countryside of my childhood home full of family
and brothers and sisters.
And lonely is coming to be a sort of calling song towards Home…
a getting on my knees and driving deeper into the heart and will
and song of the One who defines all…