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I struggled through that long wormhole to the other side
into a very dark cavern that gaped so deep and wide.
Fearfully I leant against the dank wall of that black hole
and felt the coldness of loneliness flooding my soul.

Overwhelmed by the solitude of singularity
I was so cut off from the world of love and reality.
What alternative universe lay ahead I could not tell.
All I could do was hang in there, in that wretched place of hell.

Then at the end of the dark tunnel, before me I could see
a small speck of light shining and bringing such hope to me.
As it drew much closer I just could not believe my eyes
for it was none other than the risen Lord Jesus Christ.

He came to me arms opened wide, and stood there next to me
Reaching down He then lifted me from my gloom and misery.
Now I travel the road to a heavenly destiny
and because He walks with me I shall no more, lonely be

This poem was written after when many years ago I entered a pothole with a team of cavers and wriggling through a wormhole which connected to another large dark cavern. I was the first to enter the cavern and was in relative darkness whilst waiting for others to join me.

I used the experience to relate the feelings that can come from extreme loneliness and the difference that Jesus can make when He draws close to those suffering from loneliness.
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Submitted by royston on May 08, 2021

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