Dear Editor:
This is a poem of sorts about loves lost, and loves that will never be because the world has changed, and will change even more.
"I love you," are most often the most difficult words to tell someone, but the most pleasant words to hear. The unspoken words are now lost in the ruins of what was once beautiful. All that was once shining is now dim.
We can no longer take for granted that we will have the chance to say, "I love you."
Friends, as well as lovers, have been lost, some hearing the words, others not.
And what about the poor souls that didn’t hear them, did they die wondering?
Did they leave the earth not knowing?
I know I am loved all around me. Some say it, and others don’t. The ones that don’t do feel it, but pride or shame prevent them from speaking the words. Maybe they never have, and don’t know how to, or maybe they are afraid of the words. To be afraid of the words is to be afraid of yourself and your feelings. Some people fear that if they speak them, there should be a commitment.
Some people just don’t know what those words really mean.
Ours is an unconditional love. We love each other for who we are, not for what we wish the other was. Our love is a special love. Our families are each others families. Our fears are each others fears. Our joys are each others joys.
The whole world should be like us, there would be no terrorism or war. There would be no prejudice; buildings would stand tall and soldiers would be preaching the words of one God, a God who knows no prejudice, a God who loves everyone. Love would know no boundaries. The only boundaries would be in one’s own mind.
Harry Redmond