All Alone

Tear drops splashed on the brown page

Curtains drawn on the black stage

Silence reigned in the dark room

Worker swept with an old broom

She sat there crying, all alone

Like an old forgotten dog bone

She had come again, hoping

But sat there again, moping

All alone in the corner chair

Not a friend anywhere

All alone in the darkened room

A cold, empty tomb

Finally, the old man stopped beside her

Slowly grew the light of hope inside her

As he looked down at her and smiled

As a father looks down at his own child.

"You're here again," he quietly said.

"Alone again." She bent her head.

"Yet, dear, Love will meet you anywhere

Not a man, but a Man who'll really care."

She walked away just as alone

Except in her eyes a brighter tone

A light that lit her way

The old man made her day.

She knew he was right

A soft breeze in the night

She believed His love was better

He the Savior, she the debtor.

And, she was never again the same

Though often alone, she knew Love's name

And lit the way for other lonely folk

With those same words the worker man spoke.

Picture by Gabriel