Sometimes I yell to hear the echo
Its muted voice
confirming my solitude.
Remaining silent,
I could deceive myself
But the stillness would likely smother me
So I yell.
Pronouncing my being,
both its pain and purpose.
Affirming my lungs.
The voice urges me homeward.


Turn to me and be gracious to me,
         
For I am lonely and afflicted. 
    
The troubles of my heart are enlarged;
         
Bring me out of my distresses.
                                        Psalm 25:16-17


From September, 2010.