Isolation

Last year I was experimenting with a different style of writing. (You'll see what I mean when you read it.)
It is a bit one sided and not what I usually feel, but sometimes our questionings about life reveal a grain of truth. What started as an exploration of a personal (and passing) feeling became a comment on a wider, and permanent, problem in society.

With that said, and read by you I hope, you have my permission to read on...

here i sit... alone again
'tho with my computer for company, it's true...
it has been a busy friend of late,
drawing candidates from around the globe,
ushering them into my cell,
attempting to relieve my solitude,
hoping that i will respond to their charms
and welcome them in to play

and i have
i have welcomed them in,
but still i am alone.. in my solitude

what is the reason for this aloneness?
is it just the lot of man to always feel this way
or does it have another cause?

is it caused by lack of care
by those i thought my friends
those busy ones who have a life
and come and go at will
but rarely have the time to spare
to visit the "lonely ill"

they think of me
i know they do
and they often pray as well,
but somehow that is not enough
to fill the aching void that fills my heart,
or to relieve my mounting fears
that life has passed me by somehow
and i'll never get back those years

you have the Lord i hear you say
though you haven't moved your lips
and i know its true
and more as well
He has great plans for me
He never leaves me
i know this well
but still i feel the pain
of being alone to wait each day
for evidence of love

you might think this strange
this tale of woe
from one as happy as me
for i smile each day
and make you laugh
and rarely shed a tear
and i take my share of the load of work
that 'christians oughta do'...
but deep inside there is a place
that bleeds still, from a wound
and nothing short of
Christlike love will
ever make me whole

there you are, i hear you say
just take it to the Lord
but do you know what
my pious friend
i have it from His mouth
that the work of love
in this present world
is ours and ours alone
and if we won't help
He will not act
He's left it to His church
to show the world
by our great love
that we are His alone

do you hear me now
do you see my point
that Jesus is alive
but He is alive in every heart
that takes Him to itself
and then He does his work of love
through lives like yours and mine

He goes around to homes like mine
and shows love by His presence
giving hope and sharing joy
through words and smiles and hugs
and even sometimes, using the phone
in this technologic age
He gives a hint of His great love
and sends a note by email

so if you're still with me at this late stage
of my sorry little tale
i hope that you don't take offence as i finish with a wail...
o won't you please, o won't you please
just listen and take pity
on the lonely ones who need your love
and who cannot live as you
because of age or sickness
they live as in a cell
awaiting gracious visits
from their family not in hell

for it is a kind of living hell
this isolation problem
and nothing short of God-like love
can offer the solution