When You Cry Alone

Somewhere,
in all the vast void we call space,
in the wonders of our universe
in everything we know and believe,
in the very molecules of our being,
in our souls,
there exists an infinite love,
wisdom,
beauty and compassion,
beyond all understanding.
We call it God.
And when all is over,
you're at your lowest,
comprehension is gone,
nothing exist but the ache in your breast;
when all you lived for has faded,
the fullness of life is unfathomable empty,
and the world you loved has exploded,
scattering chunks of your soul
though out the universe;
when living is unbearable,
time has stopped,
you life has come to an end…
when all is said,
and done,
and you cry alone,
in the dark…
then turn to God,
and find a friend.

W. James Beard, Jr.