“Solitude has soft, silky hands,
but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
Solitude is the ally of sorry as well as a companion of spiritual exaltation.”
Kahlil Gibran
There is a thin line.
It is so thin a line that it is not visible to the human eye.
It is so thin a line that even the web of a spider appears heavy
and large in comparison.
And dare I say that such a line is not even visible by means of the
strongest electron microscope.
It is a line that cannot be detected by sound waves or any sort
of visible imagery.
No doctor, scientist, engineer or even artist has ever seen such a line…
because this line is impossible to see…
And yet there are those who know far too well that this line exists.
There are but a few hardy souls who, for both better and worse, know
that this line is very much active in our daily existence.
For those who know that this line exists…
also understand that this line is not visible to the eye but rather
visible to one thing and one thing only.
And thus knowing that this line exists…as in not through
a visual ability but one that is rather more visceral than not,
those who know, know that this is a line that can only be felt.
For this is a line that is only experienced within the human heart.
The line exists somewhere between love and sorrow…
Sweet and bittersweet….
Gain and loss….
For it is composed of both complete joy and utter despair.
One side of this line is marked by love while the other side is marked
by sorrow…
with nary a space or gap in between.
Man has long since accepted the fact that to love does indeed,
more often than not, guarantee sorrow.
The degree of that sorrow is only dependent upon each particular individual.
But what is known is that to have loved and to have ever lost that love,
that is indeed the line of which we speak.
The cognizant mind knows that to love means that there is indeed a real
possibility of hurt, loss and pain, but it is not until that love is removed…
that anyone can fully understand the endless depth of such a loss
and such a love.
For it is in that loss and separation that one can finally grasp the full
spectrum and depth of that very love.
So the question we must ask…are we willing to suffer in order to love?
Or maybe that question should be…are we willing to love, knowing that
we very well may suffer.
I for one think the answer is a resounding yes.
So here is to the thin line of love.
But because of his great love for us,
God, who is rich in mercy,
made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—
it is by grace you have been saved.
Ephesians 2:4-5
You are not looking in the right place for that line. If you want to see it, just spend a day at the Children’s ward of your local Cancer Center.
You are so very right my friend !!!!
Is it a place or an attitude?
To live is to suffer. To love is to choose life in spite the inevitable suffering life requires.
Attitude, but that is too deep for me. I kind of like Mel Torme’s focus on life: Doo whap a shee bop doo whah!
@theearthspins
Well, you do have an attitude.
True words Tom!!!!
The one example that I did not see was the line of your bifocals. Once you get used to them, you will rarely see the line. Those who say they never saw the line are probably lying. I could see nothing but the line for about a week, a week of getting sick trying to see through them. Now in my older years, I am back to often seeing the stupid line again. Sorry, you had a very good article. Love is indeed worth the risk. Maybe my illustration would just muddy the waters.
Thankfully I’ve got progressive tri-focals— so happily no line 😎
I hear those are great but again once you get used in them,
Let’s love deeply like Jesus did.
Amen David
I am so sorry for the ones who have drawn lines to avoid hurt. It is impossible – the lines leave solitude which hurts. Deep thinker you are.
There are both deep as well as light days or so it seems Oneta!!!
Imagine the pain of isolation. God “never meant for man(kind) to live alone.”
No He didn’t Oneta!!!!
Thank you, Julie. There is no line between “one flesh.” This love suffers greatly because half of you is torn away. But, thankfully, our Heavenly Father knew this when He planned for such love. He, the source, the beginning of all love planned to repair and share His love, greater than any other love. We begin and end this life as children no matter the other roles of love we experience. This Father/child relationship never ends and how we relate to this one determines all others. It took months to realize I did not need another husband — I needed an eternal Father who planned it all. Love and blessings.
Thank you Fran for such beautiful words
Love Ephesians 2:4-5 that you shared