Alone
Sequestered
in this small niche of a loner life,
I am a sheltering lamp
held on high in a cloistered place.
No monk am I
nor hermit,
I walk with the multitudes,
dance the dance of the glad
and the sorrowing.
My small space
is tucked into a greater light,
where I reveal myself as alone
not just under any ordinary sun,
but as the Sun of all suns.
It is Good to be that Alone.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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