broken heart

so, I have been writing on friends and how special it is to have them.
And I bet some people sigh and think things like "well, you are different, that is why it is easy for you to have friends" or "in your country people are nicer" or "you have never been hurt like I have"

Well, I do not know how you have been hurt. This afternoon I was cleaning my papers. The ones I had left here before moving to Bolivia. I wrote the following at least 23 years ago:

People are nice, you say
that they are full of great feelings and joys
but people harm me as they play
My feelings, thoughts, ideals...these are their toys.
They don't care if they are torn
They do not notice if they are hurt
They take me apart
and loose the parts
but they do not care
they are full of hate
So you see you are wrong
They do not know the meaning
of gret feelings like love and care
They are strange, I do not understand them
And I loose all hope...
For I know I am one of them.
Beatriz Gasca

I like it. It expresses my thoughts perfectly. AND I had NOT gone through the pain of divorce.
You can bet life is hard. People are sinners- including me. Sin in us takes so much beauty away from life... no matter the place where you live, no matter your personality...life is hard.

But I do not want to leave you with a gloomy thought, so I will share something else I wrote way back then. I remember when I wrote this perfectly. I was visiting Monterrey, it was a sunny Sunday, and even if I was in the sunday morning service I had just returned from a walk near the river:

Make a little poem about love, sugar and sunshine.
Write a sweet poem about children, rivers and butterflies.
Draw a picture of sweet smells, warm air and great mountains.
- and then feel yourself changing,
Take a break and realize that fresh bubles in the depth of yout heart are
leaving their deep sleep and are becoming alive.
Be peaceful and quiet, rest as those bubbles get full of joy,
feel them as they start racing through you,
and you will see that the joy they carry has now become a part of you,
and soon very soon you both will burst...
and laughter will fill the air.
Freedom has once again gained a victory and
joy is the prize won...
life has become a treasure.
Beatriz Gasca

Too bad I did not keep more of what I wrote, I read them and I smile...they are not bad..huh?
could be polished a little, but it expressed myself just right.

Now my friend let me tell you one more thing I found.
I found a postcard. It has a picture and a Bible verse.
In the back there is a small note and signed as: "Guess who".

This was written years ago....years and years ago...
I looked at the hand writting and I GUESSED WHO!!!!!
and I still keep in touch with this friend.

So some people will pass by and soon will be forgotten. Others you will never forget but you will lose contact. Some will come and go, but never really let go. Others will tear you apart...and yet God has provided that we should be able to find some that will never depart, and will make your soul feel complete and loved.
But we must reach out.