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!
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?