I’m surrounded by people and yet alone.
I carefully watch, observing everyone around.
Wanting to scream that “I am here!”
How many times will I be at this place
Of longing, desiring Jesus to fill me wholly?
In between two competing worlds
Too young, and too old.
Barely out of my reach, I am left here,
This is the place of healing that I know too well;
Now is the time for repair.
A silent Presence soothes my soul,
As I dare to place my trust in the One who knows me.
With each tear, He covers my brokenness.
With each loving gesture, He beckons me to continue with Him.
And so I walk on.