Tonight, Lord, I am alone.Little by little the soundsdied down in the church.The people went away,And I came home,Alone. I passed people who werereturning from a walk.I went by the cinemathat was disgorging its crowd.I skirted café terraces where tired strollerswere trying to prolong the pleasure of a Sunday holiday.I bumped into youngstersplaying on the footpath,Youngsters, Lord,Other people’s youngsterswho will never be my own. Here I am, Lord,Alone.The silence troubles me,The solitude oppresses me. Lord, I’m 35 years old,A body made like others,ready for work,A heart meant for love,But I’ve given you all.It’s true of course, that you needed...
