"Left Behind"

I have been what most call lonely
With no umbrella to share beneath the storm
And diseased with the leprosy of emptiness
That can be the greatest unwanted Cup

I understand the scorpion that must sting or
It would never savor flesh
And the black widow’s need to weave to catch
The innocent

To touch and be felt is spiritual victual
And He surrendered to the eaten flesh once on the same
Lonely dust-flying pathway
To give the sacrament of Love from His full cup.