MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

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Comments (3)

You have clearly discovered (as have I) the deep depression David apparently experienced in his flight from enemies who desired his death. The questions appear to be answerless, yet the later records portray the greatest king of Israel as a competent and confident leader, a man 'after God's own heart.' Your thoughtful summary of his trials and his agonized seeking for reassurance perfectly gets to the heart of this dynamic, and oh-so-human man.
That is possibly one of the most calming and provoking pieces I have read. There is always of course the laying down with palms (on head) otherwise known as an Indian head massage. Loving it as ever m. t x
Thank you Michael for this deep meditation on the Psalms.. and the many good questions that your poem asks. Frank