“You see persons and things not as they are
but as you are. ” Anthony de Mello
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Ok, so...........here I am. Relaxed in the cozy comfort of my home. I have a lot of thoughts growing and moving inside my head tonight and will continue to finish a few pieces of writing that seem to finally have met fruition. My own quiet vigil on this blustery night. I am in a good place emotionally and spiritually. Blessed. Truly.
I have been generating half baked pieces and for some reason I just couldn't get to the finish line with them. This piece began one day when I was feeling a little lonely. It created a source to dig deeper into that dark pit of loneliness, which I don't think I have truly felt myself, but have been privy to others sharing it with me.
The question I pondered........... how can I humanize the feeling? How can I capture its essence in a descriptive picture that others could relate to? After a great deal of thought about how to describe the real dark side of "lonely," the vision of an abandoned heart in a field covered in fog kept surfacing. A little beating heart lost in a fallow field. Once tended. Now, left.
Somewhere along the line, I was struck by the realization that the feeling of loneliness is the devil's best friend. We tend to succumb to our growling needs when we feel the most alone. Humans need love and belonging and if it isn't attained? We satisfy it by any means, despite our values. Despite our better judgement. Loneliness makes humans ripe for temptations.
Here is the poem that finally fell out of my inside journey. Sometimes its a good thing to peel away the layers to reach deeply into a feeling.......... just so you know. Just so you can be with another who may be living in such a place. Loneliness may be the friend of the devil, but it can also be the enlightenment we need to reach out with love to another human who may be suffering............
Shivering on a bed of dew,
a tearstained heart tugs on the hem of temptation.
Flattened by the heave of an unheard sigh
it sits on the edge of green fields blurred by dawn's fog
and looks longingly for a diamond balanced on the tip of tall grass.
hope..... if only.
Sleepy head dreary shivers with cold feet reality.
Grey light drapes its folds over dismissive hills.
Devoured comfort breathes
the sound of chattering teeth behind parched lips.
Lips in need of a kiss.
Lips in need of moistened lips.
A heart in need of love
Ripped flannel, once heart protection
now reveals untended wounds.
This recluse in rags pumps with fear of being one, Only one in ragtag tunes.
It begins to tumble
through thistles that whistle its name.
only the lonely........