Deep within the bowels of the lonely place only writers know, where light dared not tread, there existed a cave—a forsaken sanctuary for a solitary writer - me.
Love this alliteration Stephen. I suspect however, that more folks are reading than we may even know about. Keep planting those seeds Stephen. If only one soul is saved from hell it was worth it.
Yep, resonating here. I used to be more of a solitary person, with more of an internal world. There's something to that--a communicating place; a listening place, a resting place. But I seek that affirmation outside oftentimes. There is that God who is there like no other. You are in that place. You hear those words. And you share that gospel with your pen. You are in that place, at that well. It is good, Dr. Stephen. Thank you for those words.
Ron, I appreciate your words and wisdom. You are most likely a man who understands the best place to write is amid the darkness a soul feels when fronted with indwelling TRUTH.
Another Substack writer observed that likers and lurkers roam the realm and most lurk, rarely clicking their affection for a post. You're left wondering, as you do in this post, is anyone reading?
But you persist, compelled like the Apostle Paul who preached because necessity demanded. You persist because truth needs a voice—yours. You spill words that express what others cannot put into words. Your post may even become a prayer, one you'll never hear.
Write on, Stephen. Jesus said a kernel must die in the soil to bear fruit. The Lord is not slack to reward your labor.
Agreed, Bob. Humanity's fleshly mind is indeed weak and often defaults to faithlessness due to the fall. Thanks to Jesus, those of us indwelt by Him can bounce back quickly. Amen?
Thanks for sharing the link, Stephen. This is quite a relatable post, as I've found myself in this position many times. I even wrote a poem titled silence on this. Not having many real life friends also adds up to the loneliness.
I used to say to myself, 'A book never written and I book never read are the same.' But maybe that's not true. In the sheer absurdity of the universe where nothing matters even the most illogical stuff must hold as much significance as anything else.
I often wonder if anyone is listening. You and I are far from mainstream, so we keep at it. Be encouraged oh light on the mountain, your saltiness is ever present.
Jane said to me yesterday, "Honey, you are the salt of the earth in an anti-salt culture." That is exactly how I "feel." LOL, Geoff, you and I are fish swimming upstream.
Love this alliteration Stephen. I suspect however, that more folks are reading than we may even know about. Keep planting those seeds Stephen. If only one soul is saved from hell it was worth it.
I appreciate that, Jim. "One soul is saved from hell; it is worth it." In this, God reminds me to keep moving forward. Bless you, my friend.
Yep, resonating here. I used to be more of a solitary person, with more of an internal world. There's something to that--a communicating place; a listening place, a resting place. But I seek that affirmation outside oftentimes. There is that God who is there like no other. You are in that place. You hear those words. And you share that gospel with your pen. You are in that place, at that well. It is good, Dr. Stephen. Thank you for those words.
Ron, I appreciate your words and wisdom. You are most likely a man who understands the best place to write is amid the darkness a soul feels when fronted with indwelling TRUTH.
I'm appreciating those words!
Another Substack writer observed that likers and lurkers roam the realm and most lurk, rarely clicking their affection for a post. You're left wondering, as you do in this post, is anyone reading?
But you persist, compelled like the Apostle Paul who preached because necessity demanded. You persist because truth needs a voice—yours. You spill words that express what others cannot put into words. Your post may even become a prayer, one you'll never hear.
Write on, Stephen. Jesus said a kernel must die in the soil to bear fruit. The Lord is not slack to reward your labor.
I needed those words tonight. Thank you, Dennis.
Absolutely beautiful poetry, brother.
No one has ever felt more lonely than Jesus as he hung on the cross.
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me ?“
Why did he do it ?
So that you and I might never be forsaken !
May God help us to never be so faithless as to believe we are alone and unheard.
Agreed, Bob. Humanity's fleshly mind is indeed weak and often defaults to faithlessness due to the fall. Thanks to Jesus, those of us indwelt by Him can bounce back quickly. Amen?
You are so talented, you are using your gift and pointing others to God!
Thanks, Kate. Isn't it amazing how God uses all parts of the Body to communicate His message?
Very powerful and relatable.
I love watching/reading how the Father reveals Himself through all of us who love Him.
Thanks for sharing the link, Stephen. This is quite a relatable post, as I've found myself in this position many times. I even wrote a poem titled silence on this. Not having many real life friends also adds up to the loneliness.
I used to say to myself, 'A book never written and I book never read are the same.' But maybe that's not true. In the sheer absurdity of the universe where nothing matters even the most illogical stuff must hold as much significance as anything else.
You are welcome, Rick. My wife frequently tells me, "If your writings change one reader, one is enough." Wise woman.
I often wonder if anyone is listening. You and I are far from mainstream, so we keep at it. Be encouraged oh light on the mountain, your saltiness is ever present.
Jane said to me yesterday, "Honey, you are the salt of the earth in an anti-salt culture." That is exactly how I "feel." LOL, Geoff, you and I are fish swimming upstream.
I can only smile in recognition. Blessings. Keep writing.
Thanks, Sheriena.