SOLITUDE

Gone are the days I practised contemplation in the open ground under the glowing sun. Lying on the trampoline with my face to the sky. Pouring through the Message bible with the purple cover, that bible I held every night while I slept. The bridge over the water where I'd throw that flower and watch the water ripple as the petals floated on its surface. Freezing winter mornings. Guitar strumming. Telling my whole heart. Learning Your sounds, tones, shades. 
Gone are the days I wasn't afraid of solitude. 

I came, today -- You drew me along. I saw the tree, and I heard You clear as day: Remain. Remain in me. 

Yes, maybe, I'll learn to stay. 

Finding Home in God -- being at home with humanity.