alone: lent in pictures day 3
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I am too alone in the world, yet not alone enough to make every hour holy.
I am alone; loneliness plagues me. But not alone enough. Distractions—devices, e-mails, meals, notifications, episodes, crumbs, dust bunnies—abound. I crowd out holiness from my hours, my days. Too uncomfortable to be alone. What if I am really left alone, rather than alone with you?
So I wake into the quiet, blue hour. As my eyes adjust, it is only you. Still I am restless, but for now, we are alone. The streets are still for a while yet. The snow has stopped falling; it is silent and unmoving in the yard, heaped on branches. The sun appears, but only because I myself have turned, have willed to see it, who has been there all along while my back has been turned. The sight of it breathes fire and I am the hot air balloon, suspended and climbing with joy.
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