You wonder sometimes why no one ever shows;
You’ve created such wonders, a place for them all to go.
When you’ve given all they’ll ever need, in one place for all of them to share.
There’s devotional time, insight, forums and news;
Yet the flock remains scattered, as words in a library, among books too numerous to choose.
There’s creation, drama, action and love;
sea shores, mountain tops , even fire from above.
There’s conquest, chivalry, sermons and prayer;
Yet, still I am alone it seems, for in my quiet time, I alone am there.
Now, this may seem selfish, to those of you reading;
But, fear not, and do not think that it is just I pleading.
For this is not a letter from me to intrigue you;
But from my own daily forgetfulness to spend time with God;
These are the words that I hear, Softly, lovingly: My son, ? ” Where are you” ?