Loneliness The city is lonely. I mean the city Itself. The river won’t stop to talk. The lovers who call the city home Are too involved with one another. Later, in bed, they’ll be lonely. The trees are lonely. They mingle Their leaves, but at root they’re alone. The church is lonely. People come, Look around, leave. The woman Praying is lonely. She is praying To not feel so lonely. The fountains Are lonely, suitors left standing Alone, holding bouquets of water. The waiters are lonely, waiting For the last diners to finish eating. The family eating together is lonely. Lonely the forks, lonely the knives, Lonely the plates and glasses and napkins. The bread they hardly touched, God Is it lonely. God alone isn’t lonely. He made all this to keep Himself company.
Loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness The city is lonely. I mean the city Itself. The river won’t stop to talk. The lovers who call the city home Are too involved with one another. Later, in bed, they’ll be lonely. The trees are lonely. They mingle Their leaves, but at root they’re alone. The church is lonely. People come, Look around, leave. The woman Praying is lonely. She is praying To not feel so lonely. The fountains Are lonely, suitors left standing Alone, holding bouquets of water. The waiters are lonely, waiting For the last diners to finish eating. The family eating together is lonely. Lonely the forks, lonely the knives, Lonely the plates and glasses and napkins. The bread they hardly touched, God Is it lonely. God alone isn’t lonely. He made all this to keep Himself company.