Joel S. Goldsmith

        Authentic Writings




“Aloneness” has been granted me.

Whether on Bishop Street at noon,

Or Kala kaua;

On Waikiki at sunset,

On the sands at Kailua,

Before dawn,

I am alone.

I walk alone in crowds

And feel the solitary self

In the moonlight on the beach.



“Aloneness” has been granted me.

To walk with men,

To fly the skies,

And sail the seas,

Where ever heart is raised to Him –

I walk alone.

At heat of day,

Or cool of eve,

On shore or city street,

The yearning soul receives my aloneness.



The sick are healed.

The restless are forgiven.

Alone, yet in the hearts

Of those who long for peace.

The restless feel my aloneness;

The hungry eat it;

The thirsty drink it.

It washes the impure minds

Of those who do not know,

Touching the mind with Light.



“Aloneness” has been granted to me.

Alone I sit behind the prison wall;

I pace the sick room floor.

Where ever danger threatens,

My aloneness breaks the spell.

Where misery loves company,

My aloneness they may share.



Alone, I wake, and walk and sleep –

Alone I travel sea and sky

And sometimes till the land.

Alone I walk and talk with men

Or stroll the shady lane.

Aloneness has been granted me

Where ever you may be.





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