theatrical_muse: When in your life did you know you were not alone?
When Jesus was about to meet His death, just after He broke bread with His apostles at the Last Supper, He retired to the Garden of Gethsemane and begged His Father to save Him. And though He knew the Lord was there, listening to His prayer...He was given no response, no reprieve. So He went on to be betrayed and stand before Pilate alone before His eventual death.
I am not comparing myself to Him by any stretch of the imagination...but I contemplate how he must have felt, and I sympathize with him. That feeling of standing on one’s own, though you know that while you are by yourself, you are not alone.
I have hovered close to that feeling all my life...as a child, I had my faith, I had Yemi, I had many friends. As a man, my brother stayed loyal though the distance between us grew...but I had no true friends. Only greedy and fearful men who clung to me for power and for their own safety. Keep your friends close and all.
But I had to come to this island to know in my heart that I am not alone. Those first forty days...such a trial, a nightmare of survival and fear. I was locked in my own silence, bound by my penance for taking life yet again.
It started with Libby’s gentle and sincere attempts to draw me out, and it ended with the fall of Ana Lucia.
That day in the jungle, I broke my silence to her because I felt that she deserved it. I did what I had to do to preserve my own soul...my own sanity. It cost her greatly because she did not understand my sacrifice, even though I understood hers.
As hard as she is, Ana Lucia is a born mother...a nurterer, a protector, a defender of all that is hers, and each of us who survived she accepted as one of her own.
I saw it that day as she wept in my arms...I realized I was a part of something greater, however small we might be as a group.
Because as I held her while she cried, I think that she was again caring for us in her grief.
I believe that day, she was shedding all the tears that we could not...I believe that day, she was crying for us all.
Muse: Mr. Eko
Fandom: LOST
Words: 404
I am not comparing myself to Him by any stretch of the imagination...but I contemplate how he must have felt, and I sympathize with him. That feeling of standing on one’s own, though you know that while you are by yourself, you are not alone.
I have hovered close to that feeling all my life...as a child, I had my faith, I had Yemi, I had many friends. As a man, my brother stayed loyal though the distance between us grew...but I had no true friends. Only greedy and fearful men who clung to me for power and for their own safety. Keep your friends close and all.
But I had to come to this island to know in my heart that I am not alone. Those first forty days...such a trial, a nightmare of survival and fear. I was locked in my own silence, bound by my penance for taking life yet again.
It started with Libby’s gentle and sincere attempts to draw me out, and it ended with the fall of Ana Lucia.
That day in the jungle, I broke my silence to her because I felt that she deserved it. I did what I had to do to preserve my own soul...my own sanity. It cost her greatly because she did not understand my sacrifice, even though I understood hers.
As hard as she is, Ana Lucia is a born mother...a nurterer, a protector, a defender of all that is hers, and each of us who survived she accepted as one of her own.
I saw it that day as she wept in my arms...I realized I was a part of something greater, however small we might be as a group.
Because as I held her while she cried, I think that she was again caring for us in her grief.
I believe that day, she was shedding all the tears that we could not...I believe that day, she was crying for us all.
Muse: Mr. Eko
Fandom: LOST
Words: 404