Tuesday, October 18, 2005


Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tries, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens

A pure heart, never hardened by life, is a rare thing. How many people do you know who do not hold some firmness inside that organ for something or someone? It may seem easier to embrace a boulder, than it is to shove it out of the way. But it is easier still to climb over, or walk around it. A few extra steps, taken to avoid an obstacle, is a small price to pay for a lighter heart.
A temper never ignited by anger is even rarer; some things just naturally tick you off. Irritations are a part of life, but clawing at them only adds to the itch. Being angry is no sin, but giving it control is like riding bareback upon a galloping horse, reins flapping in the wind.
Touch should be a gift, transcending far beyond where mere fingertips can reach. But all too often it is more of a punishment than a present. Some touches leave wounds far below the surface, long after the bruises fade. Have gentle hands that gift a soothing feeling to all they touch. Caresses never leave scars, but they can certainly heal them.