Morning Solitude

The buildings are deserted...I never
realized quite
How lonely it could be
without people
No voices...no laughter..no
running footsteps
The only human sound is that of
my sole footsteps
Echoing eerily through
the empty halls
The only voice would be my own, should
I choose to speak
The sense of loneliness
far more deepened,
by the sodden, depressing gray of
low-hanging clouds.
And yet, my mind, my heart, my soul
all are at peace.
I am aware, distant sounds of
morning; people.
But, they cannot break
into my peace.
Else, the only sound now is the
singing of birds
Happy in themselves and oblivious
to anything else
Least of all my own
deep solitude
I am alone, yet... an air of tranquility is
surrounding me.
Feather-like fingers of the
early morning breeze
Filter through my hair, and
caress my face.
What wondrous gifts God has
bestowed on us!
Why do we not realize the wonder
of their beauty?