Poetry: My heart felt so painfully alone in my pain, in my pain

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Is there anything worse than being alone, alone, without feeling God by my side, on my side? I’d let God go, because I’d felt so alone in my heart, and now my pain was killing me, so deeply, deeply inside. Love once lived alone in God, and God was also all alone. God created you, and me, and he loved you and me, in we. God left you, and me alone, seemingly so alone in our pain, until you, and me see, God is in you, and me, as we are in he. I had no memories of my being with God before, so I doubted him. Yet if I’d had some memories, perhaps my pain would’ve been greater. Where did I learn that pain was pain though, if not in my pain? I had forgotten the colours of God’s love included also his pain. They say that pain breaks through the barriers in us of non-love. It is really though, just a part of love getting us to see the rest. The wisdom of love is said to come forth from our healed pain, and yet the truth is that love never requires such pain to be love. We create all pain in ourselves when we isolate ourselves from love. Braveness comes forth from adversity they often say that’s true, and yet a greater truth is that the truly brave never see adversity. All the brave see is love shining forth from God in every being, being. Photo Credit: The photo used here was freely sourced from the free media site: Pixabay.com How can pain and sadness exist amidst great beauty and love?