Alone is Not Alone

Life is not meaningless
Though it may seem that way
About every third day
Not meaningless unless
We let this sun today
Which is ours by birthright
These birds these bugs at play
Which offer their delight
Be squandered slip away
Into a sterile night
Wherein we lie alone
Confronting an unknown
Which we know all too well

While lying in their beds
Right here in our own town
Ache other worried heads
In life lived upside down
The state which some call hell
We isolate ourselves
Like corpses on morgue shelves

If we were together
We could by morning's light
Reconnect our tether
Our lifeline through the night
We are not the only
People who are lonely
Life is not meaningless
Pick up the telephone
Or go out visiting
Not meaningless unless
We live that known unknown
Life is a simple thing
Alone is not alone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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