MY SOLITUDE - Amy Duncan

MY SOLITUDE 

My solitude has become an art...
A delicate, graceful thing
Like a flower,
With a sweet and agreeable scent...
A precious, lustrous thing
Like a pearl,
Smooth to the touch,
White as the snow...
A cozy thing,
Like a down comforter,
Soft, warm, enveloping.

My solitude has become a friend...
A friend that the world doesn’t know,
Always here, always faithful,
An ear that always hears me,
A mouth that always says good things,
Pretty, happy, simple things...
Arms that always hold me,
Eyes that always look at me
With love and kindness...

My solitude has become a religion...
The calm presence of God,
A spirit of goodness and harmony
A light inside me and everyone,
A world without limits,
With no pain, no separation,
A life full of love and affection,
And freedom.
I stretch out my arms and fly,
Beyond the heavens,
In my solitude.

Amy Duncan