Distance, September 2006
I met a friend and we talked jovially and cordially. But beneath the pleasant conversation I yearned for something more, a deeper connection that is too rarely found in friendships.

Our hands and eyes
meet in a space,
where broken hearts
cannot embrace,

then shyly we
conceive a smile
and paint it o'er
the gap, a mile,

a cavern where
those hidden fears
are fostered by
our unwept tears.

Yes...
it's sometimes true
you feel alone
with someone more
than on your own.

But broken hearts
are mended, then:
that day I hope
we'll meet again

for then we'll shake
and say, "I'm fine,
My heart is yours,
and yours is mine."

Our eyes will meet
but not in vain
they'll not conceal
my secret pain.

Yes...
you'll be healed
and I'll be free;
as Jesus is
we both shall be.