Thursday, December 16, 2010

Threads

Could we but give our souls a voice loud enough for all to hear, we'd sing of summersongs within our hearts and find them echoed in return. But even soft words can become weapons, turned against us by those we hold most dear. We watch our worlds crumble around us, left seemingly alone to sweep up the pieces. A million cries ring out and are silenced.

The threads that keep us together are thin.  Woven by strands of fate and chance, a web which bends in the breeze but is rarely strong enough to hold against a fleeting wind. Yet fleeting winds and fleeting moments are all we have and all we cling to, forever hopeful that these moments never pass. Those who remain beside us through it all are perhaps life's greatest gift.

11 comments:

  1. First sentence is my favorite, it's beautiful. I love this.

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  2. your blogs are interesting. i couldnt help but click "follow"
    =)

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  3. So beautiful and poetic, Barry! Love your writing. :)

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  4. The last line is the best. I hope you're feeling better Barry!

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  5. I'm back, and I've truly missed your blog. I love reading about your insight on various topics. Thank you so much for your card, I really enjoyed it a ton. Maybe you'll be seeing something in your mailbox sometime soon! xo

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  6. Sweet pea, thanks again for following!

    Sophia (man, there are a lot of Sophias and Sophies around!) I'd love to see something from you!!

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  7. The quote you have up at the top ("If you want to know where your heart is...") just touched me today more than other days for some reason. I have read it a bunch of times, but today it hit me differently. My mind keeps going back to the same place, letting me know where deep down, my heart truly lies.

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