In the darkness, I dream dreams
In my dreams, I see them
People laughing, people talking, people being people
My soul yearns to be one of them.
My soul thirsts for someone who can rescue me from this pit of loneliness and despair
Am I alive? Does anybody hear me?
Where are you, God? I thought You loved me, I though we were friends!
In the quietness, in a still small voice I barely heard Him say, “I am here.”
I had to listen hard, for the noise of the darkness around me was deafening , and it was hard to hear His voice over the clamoring.
But I heard it. Unmistakable yet barely audible.
Enough hope… to hold on for one more day?