Alone – Save One

The mourning dove’s wistful call
alone in the silent pasture,
awakens thoughts of isolation.

I sip from my cup.
My breath makes puffing clouds
of effort as I climb the hill.
The dew-stained grass leaves
the trail of my passing for
all to see. But not for long.
Soon the sun will erase my path.
And I will be completely alone.
Alone with God…Who loves me.