Why?

DAVE, 1836

 

Lydia and the boys,

Eliza,

my mother—

all gone.

Why, Lord,

do you leave me alone?

I know

I have the stars

outside my window

like thousands of lights

sparkling in the night.

Long ago my mother told me

you are never alone

while you’re watching the stars.

That’s what she said.

But why, Lord,

with all these stars,

do I still feel

all alone?