©2003 by Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
The open heart is never quite alone,
neither in empty room nor silent street,
and though there may be none to hold or greet,
for those who’ve loved, these joys are not unknown.
Look forward, when it seems that life has flown,
or tarry where the memories are sweet.
Let hope and wisdom dominate defeat,
and solitude find value all her own.
The lonely hide behind their shuttered eyes
and, clutching isolation to their chests,
leave freer souls to sit beneath blue skies
and feel the warmth of friendship in their breasts.
One locks the door, pulls down the shade and sighs.
The other opens to a bright sunrise.