I woke up this morning to the Ache. It was there before I was fully awake. It was there in the semi-consciousness, in the quietness. It's the worst then, first thing in the morning and last thing at night. In the night, I can dream. In my dreams, I may not be alone. During the day I am not fully alone, and there are many distractions. But in those moments, I am alone, and the Ache cannot be denied. It will have its way.
The Ache is also my prayer. I can't put that prayer into words. Words can't express it. That Ache is emptiness, and my prayer is that someday, somehow it will be filled. In that is my comfort, because I know that prayer is heard, and it is precious to the One that hears it, the One that feels it with me.
And I am not alone.