The walk across my heart to yours can be a long journey;
Like roaming through a wilderness or desert.
There is an echo of my cry bouncing off the walls of the canyons;
Pangs of loneliness resound because no one heard.
Yet it draws me back to awareness of others' pain.
The nearby stream brings;
My listening round to burbles and joys happening in whirlpools near me.
Loneliness becomes a gift from God; a searching out of what He wants from me.