Sunday, June 10, 2012


Broken hearts must not bleed . . .


Broken hearts must not bleed.
They must not leave an obvious trail because I walked by you,
every full and busy day,
and your smile did not hint of your hemorrhaging heart.
Your eyes did not mirror your interior paint-peeling, beam-bending, roof-crashing pain;
though, I did miss the twinkle, now that I think about it.
We brushed shoulders;
we shared space;
we breathed air.
I knew I was weak, but you . . . oh, so strong.
We exchanged “How are you” kinds of small talk—
queries that either have no answers or flat-out lies of “Fine.” “Good.” “And you?”
But it wasn’t good, and isn’t good—neither you nor I.
How many hearts bleed silently and unknown—
how many hemorrhaging lives do we pass shoulder to shoulder?

4 comments:

  1. WOW!!! And to get past that which we have done for so long? GOOD WORD!

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  2. Yes, I have been on both sides of that fence...
    Your words are a reminder that we should be gentle with the hearts we meet every day!!
    That photo in your header is simply breathtaking!! The one of the twisted pine tree against the sunset sky!!

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    1. I love that shot. It was at dusk at Lake Tahoe. The tree growing out of the rock speaks volumes to me.

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  3. I really appreciate your words and the useful reminder echoed by Judy's comments above. It hurts to love, but it also hurts not to. The perceived "risks" of loving are worth it and, as a Christian, I am very grateful for the love, grace and mercy that God has extended to me. Thus, it is my aim to also extend that unconditional love to those I encounter in my journey through life (have to confess it isn't always easy, nor am I consistently successful, but forgiveness also has its role to play!). Thanks for sharing and wishing you a blessed week.

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