I HEAR YOUR HEART...

The human spirit is really not meant to be an island..

Living in exile, separation, being alone, silent..

I listen,  I hear your heart as it speaks..
The  words are brave, but it's  spirit is weak..

Loneliness is a fear we never want to be..

Single, just you, no one else that I can see..

Yet deep within the sorrow,  you reach..

As if blind, you extend your hand, you seek..

Your countenance speaks more than your words..

Saddened, your face is etched with depth, brow furrowed..

Hours in silence, time evaporates into a new tomorrow.. 

The hourglass sands slowly give way to more sorrow..

Though your words are few.. I still hear the words of your heart..

I hear the longing of another soul  to while away time for a start...

To commune, to share, to laugh, to cry, to interact..

Yes, I hear your heart my friend..  Don't be sad..

Look  into the faces of strangers as you pass them..

Smile, nod, acknowledge.. act like they are your friend..

You  may be the only beam of light on their dark lonely path ...

Honor the golden rule my Creator said.. Let us all take it to the max...

Patsy McNutt Morgan 

09/12/13