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There is nothing quite as colossal, as respected, as great, as a whale. However, its words will never be heard by anything drawing breath or roaming this earth. Instead you will hear its melodious song of sorrow as it flies through the water. To the sea it is a ghost – ever dwelling the blue ice-like waters of a place we all wish to wander into. Its peaceful nature has been an example to us all. What is it that they sing about, crying so softly beneath the abyss? Do they carry our sorrow, do they feel our pain, do they hear the weeping of a mutilated heart? Do they sing to the man who is breaking into pieces, shattered by the knowledge of losing his son? Seeing a man that is normally strong, confident, respected and devoted, crumble and collapse. To witness him reduced to some inferior being. His soul… dying. Do they sing to the daughter, the son, the parent, who had just lost their mother, father, soul mate? Or do they weep with the young woman – crouching in the corner, rolled up tight, and hugging her shaky body – that had just killed her unborn child? Why do they sing with such sorrow? Do they pity themselves – for not being capable of proclaiming themselves through verbal dialogue? Do they sing for themselves or do they sing for us? Why do these wise and gentle creatures sometimes beach themselves? Are they so desperate to help the poor souls that they sing for to find their peace that they decide to take a chance on the sun-baked sands of a strange world rattled with sadness and violence? Perhaps they drift so slowly through the weightless water, because they are so heavily laden with our burdens that they are incapable of moving. Should they not rather sing away our sorrow and let it drift away on the tune it brings forth? Let the harmonious echoes of their song carry with it the misery of each person they can hear? May their grieving ballad never make me shed a tear, so I may not increase their load. Help me sing… so I may sing to sleep the uncertain souls that they grieve for. Copywrite Odette Smit
A Song of Sorrow
odie added this comment 2008-06-23 01:45:40-05:00
thanx! ;-)
gothgirl added this comment 2008-06-20 21:37:36-05:00
wow this is so heavy Odette..brillaintly written tho:)
odie added this comment 2008-06-23 01:45:40-05:00
thanx! ;-)
gothgirl added this comment 2008-06-20 21:37:36-05:00
wow this is so heavy Odette..brillaintly written tho:)