Love Comes Softly
I was absent-mindedly surfing through the cable guide at 2 AM when I came across this movie title: “Love Comes Softly” (I think that was the title; at any rate, those are the three words I remember… ). Love comes softly…I like the sound of that, the feel of that. There’s a certain soothing sibilance to it...a gumdrop for the tongue. So I savored it. Love comes softly, I repeated. And then, I asked myself: “Does it?”
I think so.
It took me a while to sort out my infatuations from my loves. Infatuation doesn’t come softly. It comes on like a burst of fireworks. A booming, blasting, blinding explosion. Well…OK…not so much anymore. Those fireworks occurred in my early years…grammar school through college. My infatuations, then, were magnificent to behold. By the time I began my professional career I had trialed and erred my way to grasping that physical and other, superficial, characteristics correlate poorly to quality of character. My infatuations, thereafter, came on more like sparklers. I think I’ve now entered a new phase. I’d be happy with, perhaps, a scented candle.
Well, that was a bit of a digression, no? This was supposed to be about love coming softly. Let’s get back to that.
Love comes softly. Yes, it does. It comes in the tiniest fractions, practically unnoticed. It comes and feeds on teaspoonfuls of tenderness; it is nurtured during moments of true intimacy. Love comes softly...and not that swiftly...because it is blind. It must somehow find its way to the unseen heart through subtle hints of grace, guided by the music heard when with the other. It edges closer when beckoned by unexpected gestures of affection, respect and concern. Love is found in the smallest of spaces, in the unlikeliest of locations. Love comes when invited by a note on a pillow, a flower in the glove box, a piece of shared fruit, whenever two hearts wish upon the same wishing star. Love comes so softly it’s impossible to say when it finally arrives. One day, it is simply there. Love comes softly…yes…it does.
I think so.
It took me a while to sort out my infatuations from my loves. Infatuation doesn’t come softly. It comes on like a burst of fireworks. A booming, blasting, blinding explosion. Well…OK…not so much anymore. Those fireworks occurred in my early years…grammar school through college. My infatuations, then, were magnificent to behold. By the time I began my professional career I had trialed and erred my way to grasping that physical and other, superficial, characteristics correlate poorly to quality of character. My infatuations, thereafter, came on more like sparklers. I think I’ve now entered a new phase. I’d be happy with, perhaps, a scented candle.
Well, that was a bit of a digression, no? This was supposed to be about love coming softly. Let’s get back to that.
Love comes softly. Yes, it does. It comes in the tiniest fractions, practically unnoticed. It comes and feeds on teaspoonfuls of tenderness; it is nurtured during moments of true intimacy. Love comes softly...and not that swiftly...because it is blind. It must somehow find its way to the unseen heart through subtle hints of grace, guided by the music heard when with the other. It edges closer when beckoned by unexpected gestures of affection, respect and concern. Love is found in the smallest of spaces, in the unlikeliest of locations. Love comes when invited by a note on a pillow, a flower in the glove box, a piece of shared fruit, whenever two hearts wish upon the same wishing star. Love comes so softly it’s impossible to say when it finally arrives. One day, it is simply there. Love comes softly…yes…it does.
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posted by Jonas | 12/18/2006 06:27:00 PM
6 Comments:
You seem to be in a picture phase, as well. I've enjoyed the images you've posted, as a sort of visual aid for the topics on your heart.
Love... is indeed a difficult concept to grasp. In the past 3 days especially, though, I've come to realize that, while love may come softly, its gentle ferocity can rival with its subtlety.
My heart is aching right now... maybe its too full of love? I don't know. But you have entered multiple thoughts into my mind, multiple concepts for me to mull over. Thank you!
Ah, you've noticed the fruits of my "blog beautification" effort! Thank you.
Amaris, whatever you may be feeling, whatever you've experienced these past 3 days...well...it's all part of life, it all serves a purpose. It's up to each of us to discover what that purpose is...
(by the way - I don't think a heart can ever be too full of love)
Hello Jonas.
Would you allow me to add you to my blogroll?
My site is http://buddhawarrior.wordpress.com.
Your entry about the woman who met an anonymous guardian angel who told her things always get better... was most touching.
Hello Raymond.
I don't mind if you add me to your blogroll. Thanks for asking.
The angel/things get better reference was a comment posted by another. It's not unusual to have the comments be better than the entry itself. Either way, enjoy!
Lovely.. just lovely
Thank you, Cheesy!
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