Alone Together

A Light in the Dark

I bestow upon you, reader, a brief and humble poem of my own creation! It’s a little different from what I usually post, but I hope you get something worthwhile from it. Enjoy!


Alone Together

A single light shines among many alike,

The solitary heart feels and shifts and learns.

One mind fingers thoughts that were cherished in times long since past, or only days before,

By another being strangely similar, and intimately separate.

All watch as cars flash and people fleet, driving and living and doing what has already been done, yet

Few remember that all shine together, that

Every light emits its essence from the root, from the base which has given what we mindlessly accept.

This light, this feeling, these thoughts, this essence and emotion,

Comes from a giver called higher power, intelligent being, creator, who made these things that

Cling to one soul and the next and every other.

Easy enough to forget, our distant unity is idolized in strife, and pushed aside

When we choose to believe there is no other path, but to be alone,

Producing inside a dark virus, a web of depression and sickness, sewing feet to soil and coating eyes with plaster,

Blinding a servant to the truth of existence.

“Worthless” and “scum” and “stupid” are sewn over the face of those diseased, forever to remain until

Ripped away by the surgeon who placed within what we often come to hate, reminding us of beauty, and gently whispering

Of the unique stamped on every seeker, of the irony of the likeness we share.

A paradox of an alien kind speaks of fellowship and purpose, revealing an unsolvable and acceptable mystery to all,

To all who live in isolation and traffic,

To all who live alone together.


Similar to Weaving, a poem that I posted a while back, I have a few questions for you to consider:

Are you reminded of any geeky characters or stories?

I am reminded of both Harry Potter and Aragorn (from The Lord of the Rings), along with many other heroes or heroines who often doubted themselves and who, at one point or another, felt they had to fight the battle alone.  Is it just me, or do we all think like that sometimes?

Does this have any spiritual significance to you?

I wrote this poem after considering a strange irony—the fact that we are all separate, living our own lives, and, yet, we all are intimately connected, all being created by the same God and possessing similar brains and bodies and emotions.  I love irony!

What are your thoughts?


2 thoughts on “Alone Together

  1. Once, a long time ago, I knew a wise man – he was a good teacher. In many ways, my journey to Christianity started in his classroom, talking in his office about the book he knew he should write, and about the spiritual journey he’d started on a long time ago.

    He invited me to come be a part of a class I had no right to be in as a Freshman in college, even though I was older (though none wiser, I came to learn). His classes were about religion. Theology. Questions of metaphysics, the nature of the universe, the nature of the divine and the nature of humanity. But his classes were really about faith. Every bit of what he taught us was really about faith – everything he taught came back to faith. And love.

    In one of these classes – an elective theology class about the religious elements of the CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, he talked about three Hindu concepts he said applied to any monotheistic faith. (He rarely used the word ‘religion’ – he always used the word ‘faith’.)

    Vaita, Advaita, and Vishishtivaita. Vaita is the idea that we are all part of God – or as one amazing sci-fi series once put it: “We are the universe, trying to work itself out.” That the only distinction between us and God was our limited perception – that we were just all part of God, only perceiving and knowing our small part of God – but always part of God. That there is no separation.

    Though this is a beautiful, awe-filled thought, it is also terrifying. Because it means that we are not really ourselves – that we are just simple expressions of the divine.

    Advaita is the idea that we are completely and totally disconnected from God. We are not a part of Him or related to Him – and that we can only bask in the reflection of God, the knowledge and presence of God, but we could never touch or connect with God – at least until this existence ended.

    Vishishtivaita is the idea that we connected, yet disparate. Unity with distinction, he called it. We are of God – small sparks, yes. Luminous beings – not this crude matter. But small sparks thrown off by the blazing fire of God are amazing sparks. That we came from Him, were created by Him – and because the essence of that creation is always with us, always a part of us – we are always part of God. Just like the same base materials, the same base materials that make us up make up the stars, the planets, the water and the dirt. But it is our distinction that makes us different and unique. Our distinction in that God has given both sentience and sapience – the tools of logic, reason, awareness and opposable thumbs that let us interact with, learn about and do amazing things in the world that was one of His first sparks. And that because we are connected to God, part of God – yet amazingly, painfully separated, we would always be able to know God – at least, that part of God our minds can comprehend and grasp. (Dr. Edward Shirley believed that we get to know God and have a relationship with God through the medium of Christ – God made flesh, a mortal and sacrificial bridge between Him and us. He taught a lot about that too.)

    That’s what I think of when I read the poem. We are all alone, in our own bubbles, trapped away from the unifying love and power – and unspeakable grace of God – yet, we are all connected, because we are all created of the same stuff God used to make the world, but distinct and fantastic because God made us so imperfectly unique. We are alone and distinct, but never truly separated – and that a connection between us and everyone else in the world exists – through God.

    • Whoa. That’s some seriously cool stuff that you talked about. Thank you so much for sharing what you learned from your teacher, Jayiin. I’m encouraged!

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