Al Green asked, “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?”
I have an answer.
Let it ache, I say.
Drown me in the sorrow of this life.
Leave me to mourn the loss of my father.
And touch the pain of my severed marriage.
I want to hear the loneliness of a house where children have grown and gone.
I want to touch it all.
This human experience
The full catastrophe.
A broken heart may leave me gasping for air
Yet breath itself
Is the magical elixir.
I rise up
A new day
Behold the magnificence of this life
Tears of joy run down my face.
What a gift to be alive!
2 thoughts on “How To Mend a Broken Heart”
Neil, arriving at this post of course came at a perfect time. Loving the line, “I want to hear the loneliness of a house where children have grown and gone.” This made me consider my parents in a new light. Unexpected twist for a post about a breakup, of which I have just experienced and am feeling bouts of sorrow of on this retreat with you. Thank you. Immense gratitude flowing.
So glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for the feedback. Always feel free to email me: Neil@trybeinghuman.com