THE DISTANCE BETWEEN OUR HEARTS

# THE DISTANCE BETWEEN OUR HEARTS

*By William S. Becker*

Five days remain, and my heart's already there,  

Among all my brothers, united in prayer.  

But my pockets are empty, no wheels to ride,  

And a thousand miles stand between me and their side.

I've suffered through losses, through anguish and pain,  

But this kind of longing cuts deeper again.  

For I don't seek riches, or pleasures, or fame,  

Just to sit with my brothers and call out His Name.

To lower my head, to annul what I am,  

To give them my heart, not a piece, but the man.  

To stand in their circle, with nothing to hide,  

And feel all our hearts beating as one inside.

God damn this distance, this helpless despair,  

To know where my heart lives, yet not to be there.  

No money, no car, just these tears that I cry,  

While the world keeps on turning, indifferent to why.

But love knows no borders, no highways, no walls,  

And the heart of a brother still hears when one calls.  

So I'll give them my longing, my sorrow, my pain,  

And pray that their unity blossoms like rain.

Let them rise higher, though I cannot attend,  

Let my broken heart serve every brother and friend.  

And if I must remain here, alone and apart,  

Then let them all gather **inside my heart.**

For the Creator knows what these tears are worth,  

When a man wants connection more than all of this earth.  

And though I can't hold them, or look in their eyes,  

**I'll carry their love till the day that I rise.**

**And if my heart breaks, let it break for them all,  

For love is the reason I answered His call.**