Bone of my bones
Do you know that unpleasant feeling in which a person feels a strong sense of emptiness and solitude? The emptiness when you walk home and everything is where you left it (nothing has moved!!) and the dishes are still pilled up on the sink and TV still on the Blitz channel that you were watching last night? Then you hustle for a quick fix meal (Rice and beans+Avocado) and then you quickly eat and black out catching up on the latest in sport and looking for another lonely sole online (Skype/gtalk/yahoo messenger)?
It’s a long, road When you face the world alone No one reaches out a hand For you to hold … Then a (s)hero comes along … And your whole world changes …
And you no longer go to a house, but to a home … and there is someone to listen to your dreams and fears and share theirs … and loving hands when you are beat …
Some one to love … someone to touch … someone to know …. oh someone to know (remember that song?)
My most brilliant achievement in this life was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me!
And now I know why a man who is eating or lying with his wife or preparing to go to sleep in humility, thankfulness and temperance, is, by Christian standards, in an infinitely higher state than one who is listening to Bach or reading Plato in a state of pride … alone!