NEVER ALONE! MY PLACE WITHIN!

I am not trying to sound like some way out there, disconnected from reality nut, when I say the strength in my steps, and the resolve in my soul, comes from the tried and tested fact, that I KNOW! I AM NOT ALONE.

When I say I’m OK, when you ask how I am. It is a short way of saying I’m Ok, because, I am not alone.

When you see me sitting in church with no one on either side, no leg in which to rest my hand. My life has changed, but I am not alone.

When the silence of my home screams at times. I’m probably feeling his absence. Though silence has a voice. I am not alone.

When my pillow is wet with tears, yes, even after four years. I remember I have come this far, because I know, I’m not alone.

If you are in a dark tunnel with a friend, it doesn’t change the shade of darkness. But it’s OK, because you are not alone.

When I see my girl suffer, and I know she has grown. I can tell she also found that place, where She’s never alone.

If you feel lonely, you also are never alone. Through it all, He’s has always been there. Just stop and talk to Him. It’s what we call prayer. Say Jesus come in to this place in my heart. Life is real hard and I need a new start. I am sorry I didn’t reach out before, but I was hiding behind this old lonely door. Please come in. I want to know that place, where I grow and trust and find the meaning of grace. Lord Jesus come. I welcome you in. I don’t want to experience Alone Again.

I am including a poem I wrote over 20 years ago. I injured my left knee very badly. I had surgery, got infection and was having multiple reactions to the medications. I spent many days in isolation. It was during that time that I found out…I was not alone. For 20 plus years I have grown in that knowledge. What I learned from that, gives me the strength and resolve FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS.

My Place Within

While a prisoner

In these flesh worn walls

Where pain and anguish

Run the halls.

When faint yet loud voices

Speak of doom

I was nearing the door.

Of a secret room.

Yet not to that place

Called far away.

But one deep inside

This pot of clay.

Shooting pain returns

Again

From skilled hands

Beneath the skin.

No matter how deep

The scalpel would go.

I possessed a place.

They did not know.

I had found a place.

No one else could go.

Where religious pride

Would never know.

That place with the flutter

Of the eagle wing

From inside comes a whisper

you’ll rise and you’ll sing.

Though my body may have made it

I doubt my soul would have survived.

Had I not discovered?

That place deep inside..

Hope Bennett 2002

Blessings! Thanks for Reading!