Quiet Darkness, My thoughts as I listened quietly to an argument, so just wanted to share with you to perhaps think before you hurt a love one with rash words

[Jacqueline E]

It is late at night but my thoughts are not silent. Images run across my dark atmosphere.
There is so much on my mind, so much heartache and sorrow inside of me. The only
thing I can do to release my inner frustrations is to write how my heart aches inside, for
only then will I feel peace inside my soul.

As I sit here in a room of silence I am surrounded by objects that one can feel, touch and
see. Objects that are solid, soft as well as hard. Objects that are transparent and can
reflect back or portray an image of another object within this dim, silent room. I look
around and I can see, touch and smell. My senses are strong. I feel, I listen. I hear voices
within my mind repeatedly saying ‘Why can we see, feel, and touch these objects so
freely with our senses and respond to their state of existence. But why do we not see, feel
nor touch one another. Reflect back to each other the love we have in side. I sit here in
silence and feel the pain and heartache, the sorrow for the death of a loved ones young
child, a teens mother or father. I feel the hurt and the pain they feel inside. To lose the
one you love.

A mother dies of cancer leaving her children, her husband behind. The sorrow and
heartache lives. A talented young girl who was so full of life, full of love and ambition,
ready to grow. An accident destroys her dreams. A young girl dies in a car accident.
We say to ourselves, Oh how horrible, how sad. That poor girl and family. What they
must feel at this time of night. My eyes fill with tears. I weep and break the silence.

It’s late, I hear the clock ticking on my wall, tic, toc, tic, toc. I think how horrible it must
be in this family’s home right now. What tomorrow will bring. The last day to have their
child near before she is laided to rest, then lose her again. But not by an accident but by
God’s love, for he will gently caress her in his loving arms and take her to be by HIS side
for all eternity. She will not be visible but will always and forever be in their eyes and
live in their heart.

I mourn for her family. Life is so, so precious. Life can be so short. Life can be felt,
heard, touched and seen. It can reflect. It can be solid if you let it.
Yet we bicker about money, about trivial things that are so insignificant. We disagree
with our loved ones. We build walls around our own children, our own family. Is it
because we refuse or are afraid to feel, to touch, to see their image reflect back to us in a
true form. A reflection we never or refused to open our eyes to, the inside of their heart.

So many people, parents, teachers, other children won’t accept different ways, nor
mistakes. We push each other away until we are so far apart that we lose sight, we lose
touch, we forget feelings. Why is that? Is it because everyone becomes so lost within their
own way, their beliefs as to how they portray only what they want others to be.
Yet who are the others? Could it be us? Do we want to be the leader of everyone. Do we
not want to accept individuality?

I know hearts must brutally ache deep inside. That we, the people, can truly feel a
sickness in our body and mind, but suppress it far behind the windows of our mind. Life
is so precious. Life can be so short.

We see outside our circle of life only to see other misfortunes. Are we blind to our very
own? Is a piece of broken glass more important than the one who has broken it? Is not a
human life, a delicate heart more important than a broken object, a mistake, a different
way? Does a solid object made of stone have feelings, Can it cry? If it is transparent can
a heart be seen inside?

I sit here in this dim room and hear rash words being spoken because a father cannot or
does not want to accept a sons appearance, the way he does things because it is not the
right way, the fathers way. What happened to love? There’s that wall and no reflection.

Why can’t people put their pride and stubbornness aside and reach out to a parent, a
young child, a young man, a young woman, more importantly their own child, give them
a hand to hold on too. We need to guide each other together through these difficult times.
Understand the mixed feelings, the scared feelings of our child growing and becoming an
individual. We grew to become an individual and have our own ways. Were we accepted
for who we are today?

Why do we break each others heart when the most important aspect is the heart of life.
It’s not difficult to do. It’s just that people won’t let go of their stupidity and pride to
come down and see what is reflecting back at them. A son frightened, fearing he is all
alone. Afraid he has been rejected because he stands up for his self. A daughter feeling
alone. A mothers tear. A fathers stubbornness. Why is it so difficult to reach out with the
love that is buried so deep inside that wall. Accept one another for who they are. Why
must people be so critical, judgmental because one looks different, dresses different has
his own idea’s. It’s just a way to express that they are an individual with his or her own
ways.

Who are we? Are we not the one who loved them and nurtured them to grow into an
individual. To be free and see the world in their own eyes?

We all belong to God and God accepts us all. Our mistakes, our differences, our ways
because we are His children. He made us to be our own leader, but to always follow
Gods way. He sees, he feels, he touches and reflects.

I sit here tonight in tears because a young life was tragically taken away from her
parents. I cry. I see children dying from illness, cancer and I cry. I can’t help but think,
what if it were my child. What would I do. How would I survive?

Everyone should cherish what they have and not ever look back at a mistake one might
have made. Let go of the stubborness for that one person may not be here tomorrow.

I truly believe that every parent, every child would think and say “Oh God if I only could
do it all over again. If I could only take back the rash words that I spoke that night. If I
could of just understood. Now it is too late.”

I dream, I wish there be no hate, no walls, no heartache.
I dream of forgiveness. I dream of how precious we are to one another.
I dream, I wish eyes will see, hearts will open, arms will reach out ,hands will touch and
hold on to each other.

Oh how I wish, Oh how I dream and, oh how I pray!
Never should we turn our back on our very own. Accept and love one another no matter
what differences there may be. It’s individuality.

Harsh words are spoken in anger not in truth. The words that are spoken can build
higher walls. Some day the words may be forgotten and left behind. Some day the wall
may start to crumble and fall. A life of love can then be set free.

I dream about the love we knew. The love we want. The peace we need.
I dream every night and I Pray....













Jacqueline

[Mary M.]

I do hope you are using your writing energy and talent toward something for others to read. You're a sensitive and intuitive writer. I also hope you find lots of joy and humor in life.

[RBSA]

From the title I was expecting a Salvador Dali painting -- you know, something like "Emancipated Man Eating Chocolate Renditions of Kruschev While Burning a Non-Existent Piano". Imagine my disillusionment . . . .

RBSA

[Jacqueline E]

To put ones feelings down on paper can help heal a heartache.There is sadness and joy in everyones life.A time to laugh and a time to cry.

[RBSA]

Bladerunner . . . . . .

"All of these will be lost, like tears in the rain. Time to die."

RBSA

[Charlotte Noel]

Loss can cause greif
Words spilled in anger can cause pain
Memories of what was can cause lonliness
Teaching a child can cause frustration

All these and many more could leave the world between two lifes in shambles. But one word spoken, softly with or without emotion can heal the dying desert. LOVE..

Love will heal all that come to remorse
Love spoken after anger, before two seperate in fury can save a soul from eternal depression, should one pass on before the wounds are healed

So, I say, never let a love one leave after you have spoken bitter words, without you telling them you love them. Never let anger leave love alone.

LOVE is stronger then any emotion and to let it sit on your lips without being spoken, is such a waste