Poem February 8, 1999 Issue

There is no alone

Barbara R. Banks

I sit by myself in the quiet room
yet not alone,
my Father's here.
Walk by the wind-tossed waves
on the empty shore,
and He is there.

Go down the busy street
where people throng
and loneliness can strike;
yet even there
Love at my side—companions me.

When I'm at work in the garden,
flower and bird and tree
speak of God's presence,
of His care for me.

And so through all my days,
down all my ways,
I need not fear.
I never have to live alone—
my Father's here.

Barbara R. Banks

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