Alone

Alone.















A lonely fish in some impersonal bowl,
Swimming fiercely, furiously,
Fins dancing in a frenzy.
Searching.
Crying out.
Pounding its head against the walls which so easily contain him,
Wondering,
Hoping,
Praying.
Feebly,
His voice quakes,
"Is anyone there?"

Sad, slow, and singular,
Sits Horton the Elephant.
No other of his kind,
Nowhere to be found.
He searches
For someone,
Anyone,
To hear his cries,
To listen to his thoughts,
But most of all,
To understand.
A speck of dust is found,
Where life and friends abound.
No one here believes him;
He hangs his head;
Defeated.

The Creature, the Monster,
The One without a name.
Created in madness,
Left alone
In a state of detestable existence.
This Modern Prometheus,
Longing to be known,
To be loved,
Learns, the worst way there is,
That no human being could ever love
A creature as hideous as he.
Forsaken and forlorn.
Broken.
Bitter.

Stories to which my heart clings,
Cries.
How,
In this world of instant gratification,
Of high-speed pace,
Where Beijing meets L.A.
In two seconds flat,
Could one feel so distant,
So detached,
So....
Alone?
I too, search,
Seemingly in vain,
For someone,
Anyone,
To understand this heart,
This collision of flesh and soul.
I long,
Yet fear,
For if you really knew what happens here,
In my corruption,
In the depths of my person,
Could you understand?
Could you love?

From others, I have heard the same.
Even in the closest of human relations,
An overwhelming beauty,
Covenant before God and man,
A longing endures,
A certain insatiable hunger
For something deeper.

I know You must have felt it too,
This emptiness,
This separation.
You, who dwelt among men,
Yet were holy, set apart.
You,
Who were surrounded by many,
But rejected by most.
Surely You,
Who bore all our pain and suffering,
All our sin,
Know what it is to feel alone.
Naked,
Hanging in shame,
Bleeding,
Dying,
Alone.

Yet you did not lose heart;
A greater hope,
A more perfect love,
Comforted Your soul.
I see,
From Your holy, perfect life,
The only remedy
For this illness of the mind
Is communion with The Great Healer;
The only fix
For this endlessly dark hole
Is light from The Infinite One.
No human relationship,
No matter how special,
Could ever satisfy this longing.
Only You.

Come into our hearts;
Fill this emptiness we feel!
May these desires,
To be known and to be loved,
Be satisfied in You.
May we never be brought to despair,
But instead hasten us to Your side,
Where innocent blood flowed
That made a way for us to be
Ultimately known,
Yet perfectly loved.