-- Stillness in Solitude --

John Herlihy

Solitude can be a companion,

Its emptiness there to be filled.

Its intimacy feels like a brother,

Its stillness real but not willed.

Fill it I do, with steadfast hope,

Meeting solitude face to face.

Tied in ribbons of divine rope,

Solitude of mind a restful place.

A question may dare creep in,

Uninvited, to force me down.

Loneliness tempts with its sin,

Like a stolen key newly found.

If loneliness knocks on my door,

Stillness of solitude utters a roar.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 10 September 2020