Celibate Solitude

Posted on Aug 20, 2010 Updated on Mar 31, 2017

Celibate solitude. It’s the only way. Splendid ice-olation. (I won’t go astray) here in my cave with a pen in my hand. For ages I’ve lived like a crab in the sand. Hermit-hearted. Eagle-eyed. Misunderstood. Hurts inside. At least no one listens each time I cry…

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Welcome to The Naked Troubadour! That’s me, Alan Morrison — a cosmic warrior and troubadour whose heart is open to the world for all to see — who writes from a place which is clear and free— who longs for a world in which every human being can be who they’re meant to be. Such a very short time we have here. Blink and it’s gone. It’s not important how long that we’re here but whether or not we live it to the full, according to the gifts we’ve been given, opportunities that we've had and who we serve (for everyone serves someone, whether they know it or not). I unashamedly and unreservedly serve the Christ. I hope that you will too after reading my content. 🙂

On this blog-site, you will find many poems, sonnets, songs, articles and reflections which I’ve written — most of them in the last intense twenty years of my life. I hope you will find them as rewarding to read as I have found them to write. My whole heart and mind is here. Please don’t hesitate to contact me for any reason or none at all. Blessings to you, from The Naked Troubadour.

Celibate Solitude

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