THE CAVE OF ISOLATION  1/06/08

On an island named Isolation,

Dwelled two who were alone. 

Something written called Lay Down Your Life

Was left in memorial stone.

They dwelled in darkness within a cave

Not seeing what was true.

One rope they held onto between them

It kept them from the blues.

One was silent not attempting to speak,

The other spoke too much.

Together between the two of them

They were still able to touch.

As long as they held on to the rope,

Hope kept them living well.

Chatty shared stories to fill time’s gap.

Chatty had lots to tell.

Pondering stories, minutes passing;

One stayed, the other shared.

The cave resounded with words galore

Bridging silence with care.

In time passing and eyes adjusting,

All was dim, but frightful.

Chatty saw a deepened wide chasm

With one step doomed to fall.

The mute saw the way out of the cave,

Needing Chatty’s free will.

In passion Chatty grew loud and bold

To keep the mute quite still.

The mute let go for Chatty’s release

To coax Chatty’s free will.

Faithful and determined Chatty stayed.

Blind to all overkill.

Mute saying nothing stayed with the drone.

Mute could have turned away.

Mute saw the way out of that old cave,

But stayed in the delay.

Both had the way to walk away free.

But neither moved an inch.

Mute stayed concerned about Chatty needs.

Chatty stayed with Mute’s pinch.

Both laid down, giving what they could give.

They gave each other time.

With ignorance and love in their hearts

They gave their best in prime.

Neither understood the other’s side

Had one just but spoken. 

All the assumption could have resolved

Lingered time, a token.

When one talks too much, the other’s mute.

The mute becomes resolved.

Nothing will change in this dark, cold cave.

Passively involved.

Isolation comes in many forms.

Its cancer eats away.

With holes in hearts silently bleeding,

It rarely sees the day.

Stay put and talk and speak what you think

Letting tears flow and cry.

Tear down the walls in your bleeding hearts

Let God’s love be your Guide.

Eccl 3:8  NKJV

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, And a time to die;

A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;

A time to kill, And a time to heal;

A time to break down, And a time to build up;

A time to weep, And a time to laugh;

A time to mourn, And a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to gain, And a time to lose;

A time to keep, And a time to throw away;

A time to tear, And a time to sew;

A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;

A time to love, And a time to hate;

A time of war, And a time of peace.