Word
Gems
What is a
man but the sum of his thoughts?
Poetry:
I
Sensed Your Heart Today
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I sensed your heart, reaching out to mine today...
You were just awakening.
Before the din of clamouring babies; before tot-students jostle you for attention;
before the daily barrage of a thousand barbarians-at-the-gate -- in those peaceful, but
too brief, first moments of the new day -- you think of me...
And your hopes for the future -- a better life, a life of love -- these rise within
you, rise like the morning sun, a big, smiley-faced sun.
... and I felt your heart reaching out to mine.
I sensed your heart, reaching out to mine today...
You were happy.
You are often happy. Your happiness is a form of courage. And when you are happy, you
come out to play.
At these times, your suggestive tone of voice invites me to tease you; and you tease me
-- about many things, including and especially, that which keeps me awake at night.
Your excitement about the future is palpable -- our house, our kids, our dog, our
trips... our love.
... and I felt your heart reaching out to mine.
I sensed your heart, reaching out to mine today...
You were distressed.
The day began well, but then came that phone call from one who betrayed you. You are
more than angry, you are outraged; you wonder if the insults will ever end; and you
are preparing your own "shock and awe" campaign.
I feel bad for you and try to use this negativity as an opportunity to affirm my love
and commitment to you... love in practical terms: I will help you; I will reduce your
burdens; I will stand by you; I will love you.
My words begin to calm you; I hear the sweet tenderness, the melody, of your spirit
reviving.
... and I felt your heart reaching out to mine.
I sensed your heart, reaching out to mine today...
You were angry.
You were angry with me. You felt rejected by me. Words-that-hurt slipped out -- they
will ricochet-around the walls of my brain for a long time. I, too, felt rejected... and
misunderstood and accused. I worried whether we will hurt each other in the future when
we're playing for keeps. This causes discouragement for me.
In the midst of all this, I also sensed your panic, the panic that contemplates loss.
... and I felt your heart reaching out to mine.
I sensed your heart, reaching out to mine today...
You were drifting into sleep.
This day, as a thousand other days like it, pressed you into service too often; pressed
you out of measure; pressed and oppressed and drained your energy. I am learning that it's
not fair to you to speak about certain things when the day's pressure builds and builds.
But, now, half asleep, having survived to the end of another day, you are speaking to
that special other; he makes audacious claims. You are so tired, and it's getting harder
and harder to focus on words -- but the message conveyed by his heart is clear. You begin
to relax and drift away: it is a rest not only of body but one of spirit, as well...
... and I felt your heart reaching out to mine.
And in this reaching out, you find that you do not need to reach very far as my heart
is never far from you... and in this sweet knowledge, you fall asleep in my arms...
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