This haiku begs the question whether there can be such a thing as holy loneliness. Perhaps there can be, though I cannot succeed in detaching loneliness from a sense of being bereft in some way, and that I cannot think was an element of pre-Fall life. Last night in a current class on singleness at my church, someone in essence asked the question of whether Adam was lonely before Eve.
This haiku begs the question whether there can be such a thing as holy loneliness. Perhaps there can be, though I cannot succeed in detaching loneliness from a sense of being bereft in some way, and that I cannot think was an element of pre-Fall life. Last night in a current class on singleness at my church, someone in essence asked the question of whether Adam was lonely before Eve.