The Ultimate Loneliness Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Alone in the wild, forty days long,
No friendly face, no comforting song.
Just sand and sky, and whispers within,
A battle fought, where shadows begin.

Gethsemane's garden, dark and deep,
His friends were near, but they fell asleep.
He prayed in anguish, tears on the ground,
A heavy burden, nowhere around,
To share the weight, the coming pain,
He stood alone, in sorrow's rain.

Then on the cross, a final cry,
'My God, my God, why have you left me to die? '
A heart so pure, a spirit so bright,
Surrounded by darkness, swallowed by night.
Abandoned, alone, in ultimate need,
A lonely sacrifice, a selfless deed.


T.M.Solvang