Song of SolitudeDear God, I set a man up in your place I guess I needed a human face, an object, an idol, a god I could adore yet explore with my fleshly fingers. I clung to someone I could see, for what was faith to me? with such concrete evidence of love and goodness in the world. Now I kneel at an empty bed to pray to you instead. If only I could feel your touch, gaze deep into your eyes. –A.M. Otwell, 2002 |