But actions … and omissions to act … speak volumes … deafeningly.
And so my sick heart now hurts less; for romantic declarations aside, aside from our Creator,
nothing’s forever … but Him … or Her; and that’s comforting … most definitely.
That (S)he is forever is most comforting; but there have been other comforts … since she
loved me not. That a heart is mended is, largely, an inconsequential one;
but knowing that beyond actions speaking loudly, that inaction speaks volumes … deafeningly,
is altogether, another. That latter slice of wisdom ought matter … to everyone.
Art’s life’s been more dissolute than resolute. He’s lost much held dear, especially a child whom
would have turned twenty-one years young, this Autumn’s October.
But Arthur’s losses; of parents, child, wife and life oft pale next to that of others, whom
struggle in … Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s … time river.
Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s river of time is a river, unfathomable. But fear not for ye
need not fathom its breadth. Ye need only believe; the Scriptures are ALL
subject to misinterpretation. Just do to others as ye would have them do unto thee.
And so Arthur writes … like Emily before him … to all.
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico
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