You Crowd Me, God

It’s hard to be alone in such a crowd,
alone with You, O God,--or just alone,
there’s always Three of You, One’s not allowed.
No place, no time--that I can call my own?

In liturgy, so many folks around,
Your Cloud of Witnesses goes everywhere,
my patron saints, Your daily saints abound,
Your angels and my Guardian always there.

Sometimes I just don’t want this crowd I’m in,
though with no crowd there’d be a vacuum,
especially when I have a yen to sin,
then who with his crowd would come in--ka-boom!

I’m most alone when in a crowd of two,
I share, O Lord, my Eucharist with You.

            by Pete Voelz     10/21/14