If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. —Unknown
When I hear someone proclaim "I love......", it usually brings about an inquiry in my mind, as to what and why that someone has announced what they just did.
Many people say they love someone else, and yet they are not fulfilling that admission through their actions. It seems as though that some folks today think that words are enough to fulfill and represent that thought, feeling, or admission, and they're "good", and have done their part.
I disagree.
I being the curmudgeon that I claim to be, fail on a daily basis to tell those around me, such as my wife of 37 years, that "I love them".
For me,
Its just not now, nor has it ever felt right, to simply say those 3 simple little words, to represent who I am, and my devotion, or intensity of thought or feeling, or desire for another, and be comfortable with what I have said. Actually, in saying it, I feel discomfort, because of what those 3 words really mean to me, which in my opinion, cannot be conveyed through speech.
Love to me is strictly declared through action, or sacrifice, and nothing more.
Why am I this way?
I am a product of my experience and pathway through life. I've had those in my own time here, who've declared they loved me, who ultimately proved otherwise.
In the same breath, I've been blessed to have interactions with those who've proven their love for me, and never said a word.
Talk is cheap, But, thats just me.
Beautiful little stories, Tritorch, showing what love really is, or could be. On this beautiful 24*f Thursday morning, I thank you
I agree, life is not a spectators sport. As the old cliche goes, "Love isn't love till you give it away" hence, John 3:16 where the demonstration of God's love for his enemies e.g. those self serving narcissistic "civil servants" who are neither civil or servants hoard riches that will not profit them, or those who choose to repent and believe the Gospel, and share their love of life with all the living. The spirit to be cultivated is, love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. (Galatians 5:22-23.
Thank you for saying so Signme. It was started at 3am with the intention of being done by 5, 2 hours later than that I was still working on it.
if you happen to see a restack button please hit that puppy. If this substack doesn’t start getting more traffic it will not be around much longer. Either that or the quality will go to junk, and I’d rather just put it out of its misery in that event.
I can understand your thoughts on that. It's like a quote from a Readers Digest that I adopted: "Sign in a farm equipment store: We do three kinds of jobs, you have can any two of the three; Good, Quick and Cheap. If you want a good quick job, it won't be cheap, If you want a good cheap job, it won't be quick, and if you want a quick cheap job, it won't be good." I also am of the opinion that what is"Good enough for government work", will not work for the rest of us.
Am I then dying? So much existentialist pain since 2020. I revisit events in my past with a different perspective. Seasoned with tears. Is our capacity to produce tears endless?
Surely that's our capacity to produce endless tears, if it weren't, if stopped, we'd become stone. Our tears melt the ice of our hearts and grease the engines of our empathy. What the above poem means to me, is that when we die our tears of pain will become tears of heavenly bliss as we return to our Father. Until then we need them, else, our heart dries out:
All the tears in my heart
Will only dry when I die
When new tears of happiness
Are reborn in all our eyes
-
Michael Ashby, Sidmouth
Have faith, our time here is meant to be painful, else we wouldn't grow, and this time is nothing in the context of forever.
"If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips."
This is exquisite.
I agree!
When I hear someone proclaim "I love......", it usually brings about an inquiry in my mind, as to what and why that someone has announced what they just did.
Many people say they love someone else, and yet they are not fulfilling that admission through their actions. It seems as though that some folks today think that words are enough to fulfill and represent that thought, feeling, or admission, and they're "good", and have done their part.
I disagree.
I being the curmudgeon that I claim to be, fail on a daily basis to tell those around me, such as my wife of 37 years, that "I love them".
For me,
Its just not now, nor has it ever felt right, to simply say those 3 simple little words, to represent who I am, and my devotion, or intensity of thought or feeling, or desire for another, and be comfortable with what I have said. Actually, in saying it, I feel discomfort, because of what those 3 words really mean to me, which in my opinion, cannot be conveyed through speech.
Love to me is strictly declared through action, or sacrifice, and nothing more.
Why am I this way?
I am a product of my experience and pathway through life. I've had those in my own time here, who've declared they loved me, who ultimately proved otherwise.
In the same breath, I've been blessed to have interactions with those who've proven their love for me, and never said a word.
Talk is cheap, But, thats just me.
Beautiful little stories, Tritorch, showing what love really is, or could be. On this beautiful 24*f Thursday morning, I thank you
I agree, life is not a spectators sport. As the old cliche goes, "Love isn't love till you give it away" hence, John 3:16 where the demonstration of God's love for his enemies e.g. those self serving narcissistic "civil servants" who are neither civil or servants hoard riches that will not profit them, or those who choose to repent and believe the Gospel, and share their love of life with all the living. The spirit to be cultivated is, love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. (Galatians 5:22-23.
Wow. This is a breathtakingly beautiful collection that I will keep and review as I reflect on my own losses over my lifetime.
Thank you for compiling this list.
Thank you for saying so Signme. It was started at 3am with the intention of being done by 5, 2 hours later than that I was still working on it.
if you happen to see a restack button please hit that puppy. If this substack doesn’t start getting more traffic it will not be around much longer. Either that or the quality will go to junk, and I’d rather just put it out of its misery in that event.
I can understand your thoughts on that. It's like a quote from a Readers Digest that I adopted: "Sign in a farm equipment store: We do three kinds of jobs, you have can any two of the three; Good, Quick and Cheap. If you want a good quick job, it won't be cheap, If you want a good cheap job, it won't be quick, and if you want a quick cheap job, it won't be good." I also am of the opinion that what is"Good enough for government work", will not work for the rest of us.
You're right: that piano piece is GORGEOUS. Thank you.
Heck yeah! Now you're talkin'! Yiruma is a LEGEND
These days my emotions overflow as tears.
When we die:
Pain turns to tears,
Overflowing with pure bliss,
Heart too full to hold.
Am I then dying? So much existentialist pain since 2020. I revisit events in my past with a different perspective. Seasoned with tears. Is our capacity to produce tears endless?
Surely that's our capacity to produce endless tears, if it weren't, if stopped, we'd become stone. Our tears melt the ice of our hearts and grease the engines of our empathy. What the above poem means to me, is that when we die our tears of pain will become tears of heavenly bliss as we return to our Father. Until then we need them, else, our heart dries out:
All the tears in my heart
Will only dry when I die
When new tears of happiness
Are reborn in all our eyes
-
Michael Ashby, Sidmouth
Have faith, our time here is meant to be painful, else we wouldn't grow, and this time is nothing in the context of forever.