Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

For a friend.

There never seems to be an end to it sometimes.
The ones you trust betray that trust,
the ones you love take yours but send theirs elsewhere,
Home slowly reverts to House.

Family means less and less to some,
While others struggle to preserve it.
Where there was once casual dating,
we then found casual sex.
We have increasingly casual marriage,
and now see the suffering of casual parenthood.

Loyalty is discouraged.
Honesty is ridiculed.
Honor is maligned and character belittled.
Sweetness and tenderness have become quaint archaic notions.
Fidelity is left to the Marines.
Sadly, sometimes it seems best left to them.

People insist on sharing their pain
but refuse to share their joy,
insisting instead of robbing you of yours
to pass along to others less worthy.

True, there are exceptions,
gleaming like the rare jewels that they are.
With each passing day they become more precious and dear.

We yearn to be the exception,
to be a part of the exception,
to possess such an exception and preserve it as our own.
But we can't, any more than we can own the sun or the moon
or the oceans or the seas.

It all hurts, and the pain seems without parallel,
for our hearts are fragile, tender things.
But do not forget that as wounded as they may be,
as damaged as we imagine them,
there is still no greater forge for love,
no greater flame for melting away the steeled resistance,
as warms the human heart.

So keep open your heart,
as insane as that may seem, as difficult as it may be.
Keep it open so that innocent little hearts
can find their way in easily,
and angels' wings can fan the embers there.

Keep open your heart,
although the thought of being that vulnerable may frighten you.
How else will your answer come to you,
whether it's one you want to hear or not,
one you need to hear?

Posted by Mamamontezz at July 20, 2004 12:27 PM