This may be off the wall but when I read this it brought to mind the criminals on deathrow. The time when they come before "the chair" one final time, before they loose their life. I thought of how God grieves and cries for those who still don't know him in their last moments.
There is much that could be taken from this.......so, I am going to look perhaps a little deeper into its meaning.......the tear is quiet so it is kept inside the spirit, lingering in that part of the spirit where the only sound that is heard is the sound of the inner soul....the heartbeat of it....the room is solitary so it is removed and is by itself...away from the rest of humanity, and it is a sorrow, a pain that only the one who cries the tear knows of its intensity...and sadness that perhaps no one else knows the intensity of the pain that brought the tear......solitary, an empty chair paints a very lonely scene...and though the one tear flows unnoticed, it has flowed and that means something...release from a heart of compassion!
sad yet a wave a relief....
a solitary tear indeed brings so much relief once it is let out...
I have always believed that tears make us strong. I may be wrong but i really do have experienced this,
wow....
powerfully suscinct!
One just sits and re-reads it...
again and again..each time feeling
as if they are the solitary one
in pain and we are left to imagine why.
How true..like when a tree falls in the woods and no one is there...does it make a sound..wsome of the best and worst things in life are never seen or heard..God bless..Valentine
Semplicemente bell'ed incantare. [Simply beautiful and bewitching.]
As soon as I saw the title of this poem, I knew that I would be able to relate to it. But as soon as I read it, I found out I could more than relate to it. I relived it.
The countless times I sat on this very chair that I am sitting in now, all alone with the doors shut, in hopes that no one could hear my muffled cries.
As I read this poem again for the 7th time, I remember all that I've gone through, and all that I've accomplished.
This may be off the wall but when I read this it brought to mind the criminals on deathrow. The time when they come before "the chair" one final time, before they loose their life. I thought of how God grieves and cries for those who still don't know him in their last moments.