All gone, I stand alone. Am I to weep over the loss, Lord? To fear solitude?
Like a mist you have crept across the floor and into my life, o’erspreading all. I now fear not solitude nor obligation. I can wait with you, as do you with me.
When my fellows return, I will have stood steady, and I will be able to look them in the face and to be seen in return.
Thank you, Lord, for this peace inside.