The Heart of It

Listen to that sound. That is the sound of a heart breaking. See the look on his face. See the pieces glimmer as they fall – some big, some small, some bright, some dull – some sharp …

Some of those pieces will cut you right down to the soul. Try not to watch them slip through his fingers.

It has been said there is a sound to Ultimate Suffering. What you might not realise, is that there can be layers within layers to that sound. Just like there are kinds of light beyond normal vision, but maybe, if you know what love is, you can tell. Perhaps you can see it in his eyes.

Legends abound with the power of true, pure love – now imagine that power flying free through the cracks, like arcs of lightning, or sunlight straight from the source. Something that can seem quite ordinary on the outside, gentle honest love, caring that runs deep, could light the night sky. See now, some of the stars are quite pretty.

Maybe we don’t realise what we take so lightly, like playing pass the parcel with an atom bomb. And then, of course, the music stops …

One soul slips away, the other remains, blinking and confused. Sometimes parting, sometimes passing, of all the loves that sustain us, the most deeply felt may surprise us. We may not have even realised we were dancing until the dance is over, and the face, the voice, the person and the presence isn’t there anymore. And we wish we knew why, or even what happened.

Of all the cares of man, the hardest may be to love and lose and live.