A storoem of a boy's loss of his first love and his learning the heart can love anew. |
The little boy – with tears streaming down his face, then falling, striking and soaking into the bone-dry, thirsty ground, making no sound – knelt before a shallow grave. Instinctively, he knew even at his tender age that only rarely is found a love like they had shared. In his heart he knew. From his birth his constant companion and loyal friend now lay dead, buried in the ground. The adventures they had shared, the love and affection given freely each day, the total acceptance without questioning in any way, had melded their hearts in life, had broken his when old age brought death to claim his first true friend. “I’ll never love again. It hurts too much when it ends,” the young lad declared. For days he grieved without allowing comfort in. Assurances that he would love again couldn’t convince his mind, nor remove from his heart the doubt. After a month’s time has passed, his parents now bring home a new puppy for him to love. At first, his apathy and hardened heart cause him to rebuff everything the puppy does to befriend him. But then he begins to see the love and affection that’s his for the accepting. Cautiously, he lets new love enter his heart, causing it once again to sing. He learns the heart has been empowered with the capacity to fill with love, to beat joyously, then to shatter from grief and anger at love’s loss…yet to retain the ability to heal and mend into a vessel for new love. Its malleability needs be understood, so new love is welcomed should it come. Please drop in to browse: http://www.gillelands.com/poetry/ |