Alone and Not Alone

November’s half-moon shining bright,

Half cloaked in dark, half bathed in light,

Reflects the mood I’m in tonight:

Alone and not alone.

One side still trusts the Lord and knows

His plans are good; I can repose.

He walks with me through all my woes.

No, I am not alone.

But that is not my only side.

I fight it!  How I want to hide

From my own self the tears that tried

T'escape the lash tonight.

Loneliness.  That awful word

The icy moon has often heard

Orbits never touch—absurd

To ever wish for more.

Yet I am not the moon, so then,

I may someday be loved again.

O Lord, You know by whom and when.

I rest in You. Amen.