The Man In The Library

A man comes comes into the library and sits at the desk computer, sometimes for hours and sometimes for just a few minutes. Today he brought us pizza and called us his children. I know he his lost and looking for human connection. I pray that he comes out of the fog and finds true freedom. This poem is for him.

I wonder what is troubling him

I wonder what is wrong

He seems so sad and lonely

Like a long forgotten song

Like he has no place to belong

My heart goes out to him

For I hope he finds his peace

And is not strung from limb to limb

Nor disappears into the dim

Oh Lord protect his soul

Do not forsake him in his time of need

But be his ever watch guard 

In this hallow desolate land.

-Grace Ramsey