A thought for you...if you should read...

Can someone tell me what emptiness is...? I am not sure. Is it the cup that you spilled, and therefore no longer contains what drink it had before? Is it the plate that you emptied after having consumed the food thereon? Is it the belly that is missing both of those things because they cannot provide for such things? Is it the little girl, motherless and void of the confidence only a mother can give? Is it the gas tank on your vehicle, in such a state because money exists not wherewith to fill it? Is it the house you live in? Is it the bed you sleep in? Is it the hand you used to hold? Is it the hug you enjoyed so much? Is it the the caliber of movie you watch? Is it the fading trust in someone? Or is it simply...nothing, in all its greatness?

Emptiness is everywhere, and yet it is no where. It smiles when it wins, and it smiles when it loses. It does not need you, and it does not need me. It is whatever we make it to be. It can be a quiet solitude, in a crowded room; and it can the the crowd in an empty room.

How do we define emptiness in our life? Do we walk hand in hand with this lifeless form? Or do we condemn this proud entity?

Who are we to surrender to such a thing that needs us only to watch us destroy ourselves in the wells of self pity? Too long have I seen this powerless hand given so much influence in the lives of those dear to me; Deep have I watched its roots grow, and its seed take flight in the winds and wakes of hope...shattered and abused...beaten and overwhelmed. And it laughs...and it smiles....and we suffer...

No longer say I...My heart dwells no more in that which is called emptiness. It rejoices in the warmth that fills the void with memory; Memory of those things great and beautiful. The smile that I hope to see always. The eyes I pray will never be gone. The voice I hear in my dreams, and in my wake. The embrace that held me, and the hand that comforts me...and of course, the child that makes me smile.

Please, do not be the emptiness to me....

...be the warmth, I pray you...for I love you...