Paging Grace

why must so many feel alone
in a world clouded gray
with such a dense population
lacking and wanton
when there is plenty
to fill us all
these are the things
that I think about
in my restlessness
they are the core
of my life skipping-
replaying the
same
questions
again and
again and

why the longing
and where is grace
when we need
her
soothing caress
again awake
in the always
late hours
I beg her
to show herself
for humanity
so I can sleep again
and no longer suffer
the burden
of the loneliness
of the world