Negotiation

You just... meet people.

You don't decide,
"I shall go out and meet people."
I mean, that can be done,
but I so dislike purposefully mixing statistics and literature.

You don't want to unmeet people...
but sometimes you wonder why in the world you meet the people you do,
and why people meet you?
There is no photoshop, much less general customization, of people, the way authors freely may do with fiction.  Nope!
and I depend on my Author,
but I can't see the story from His perspective.  or his.

Tomorrow

Chris Rice sings a lullaby, his voice blending with violin, cello, piano.
I hum along in the empty house full of Christmas decor and incandescent light.
Refreshing a spread of worship songs--dusty--freshly alphabetized, some newly sung.

Sorrowing that we all crowd surf so much,
socially enforcing extroversion and sociopathy.
Loneliness doesn't need a city.
Loneliness doesn't just need a friend.
A friend who is tired of God
weighs on the heart;
when they are gone, the separation is devastating.
Where the spirit is absent,
loneliness is hell.

Craving the presence of a friend
all the more desperately
for the lack of warmth across distance.
Anchored to a material world,
while dreams cloud the air.
What a desperate and bored darkness!
Scrabbling for a door that leads to tomorrow.