MORNING DEW: Here I Am, Lord, by Michel Quoist

Translated by Agnes M. Forsythe and Anne Marie de Commaille

Here I Am, Lord

Tonight, Lord, I am alone.
Little by little the sounds died down in the church,
The people went away,
And I came home,
Alone.
I passed people who were returning from a walk.
I went by the movie house that was disgorging its crowd.
I skirted café terraces where tired strollers were trying to prolong
the pleasure of a Sunday holiday.
I bumped into youngsters, who will never be my own.
Here I am, Lord,
Alone.
The silence troubles me,
The solitude oppresses me.

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