Alone?

The Laundromat.
One folding clothes.
One walking out the door.

Recognition and a squeal followed by warm hugs.
Greetings for an old friend.
Ear to ear smiles.
Animated conversation.

You're all alone - or maybe just feeling that way.
You think;
God is gone.
He isn't here.
He isn't involved.
He doesn't care.

You're all alone - or maybe just feeling that way.



Close your eyes and see.
You're walking a path.
Your head is down as you contemplate self-loathing accusations and incriminating thoughts.
You kick up swirls of dust in the heat of the day.

The lonely road to nowhere becomes a reflection of your life and current circumstances.
Failure seems to swirl around you as the dust on your imaginary path.
It's the air you breathe.

You look up.
That figure ahead is rapidly approaching.
You hear a squeal of delight.
You feel an embrace of warm welcome.
You can almost touch the excited words.

You're home.
Always looking,
Jesus has found you.