I wasn’t much for making calls
I hated mystery
So why I had this urge to phone
Just then, I could not see.
I got a cup of coffee
And then sat beside the phone
I thought it through for moments
Quiet moments, so alone.

As I dialed, I considered
My endangered space and time
This number seemed so threatening
To existence, so sublime.
I didn’t want a lover.
Obligations were no lure.
I’d retreated from the mainstream
And this peace was strong and sure.

But I called. The ringing sounded
Like a church bell from “back then”.
Like a promise of tomorrow
That I’d never heard again.
It was answered by an angel
Who spoke volumes to my mind
The only hope for joy, she said
Was to reach, and to be kind.

“Forget the obligations
And just give what you can give.
Just keep your eyes upon the skies.
It’s the only way to live.
When the burden grows too heavy
Just let loose the excess part.
The Good Lord will enhance your life
And enfold your giving heart.”

As I set down the receiver
On its cradle in the gloom
A shining light embraced me
In that drab and lifeless room.
And I somehow knew the message
That had come to me that day
Was the Word for which I’d searched so long.
There was nothing more to say.

Marcia Hodgson
Copyright 05/23/05, All rights reserved

The midi you are hearing is "Alone"

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