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During the holidays in July 2011 I decided to teach myself to crochet. Iwanted to keep a diary of my journey but I'm hopeless at writing so I thought I'd try blogging.
So why not join me on my journey, friends are always welcome and the kettles'always hot. So come on in pull up a chair and enjoy the ride.
Luv Sandra
"As for me and my house we will serve the Lord"

Sunday, 12 February 2012

A Beautiful Heart

A Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town 
proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his
heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful
heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your
heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's
heart.
It was beating strongly ... but it was full of scars ...
it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ...
but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact ... in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared ... how can he say his
heart is more beautiful... they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart ... and saw its state and laughed 

"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ...
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of
scars and tears."
"Yes" ... said the old man ... "yours is perfect looking but ...
I would never trade with you.
You see ... every
scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ... 
I
tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ... 
and often they give me a piece of their
heart
which fits into the empty place in my heart... 
but because the pieces aren't exact ...
I have some rough edges ... which I cherish ... 
because they remind me of the
love
we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ...
and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges ... giving
love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful ...
they stay open ... reminding me of the
love I have for these people too ...
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.
So now do you see what true
beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man ... reached into his perfect young and
beautiful heart...
and ripped a piece out. 
He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering ... placed it in his
heart...
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart ...
and placed it in the wound in the young man's
heart.
It fit ... but not perfectly ... as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his
heart...
not perfect anymore but more
beautiful than ever ...
since
love from the old man's heart flowed into his. 
They embraced and walked away side by side.
Author unknown
May you have a blessed week

3 comments:

Laura said...

Wow, what a beautiful poem/story. A lesson there for us all. I've just found your blog and read about your accident.... I really hope you both feel better soon. Sending you light and love....x

Dorothy said...

Just popping in to let you know I have passed on to you the Versatile Blogger award. Enjoy the rest of your week. xox

hafiziqin said...

nice one=)