How many do you need to have a party?
For it doesn’t require a crowd.
While the party of one may torment you
In your personal retirement….imprisoned cloud.
Friends moved away…
Layoffs…death…the familiar vanishes now from sight.
While you set alone with your thoughts
Day-in ….day out…through out the darkness of night.
It is now time to look around
Like the Psalmist…and take inventory of your life.
Such as Paul and Silas imprisoned
As they spent…. Their then felt abandoned life.
Our Redeemers’ constant presence is with us
He will carry you through all of your lonely days.
“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of your age.”
By: Linda Winchell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem