Of course beneath the cloudy illusion the sunlight of love continues even as the clouds darken everything and make it appear as though variations of dark painful feelings are the only ones to feel and greys the only colors on the vast and various earth.
No dears, these clouds are just resting here. They've come to take holiday in this region for a time; to see the liberty statue and the lovely park that was once a lovely garbage dump that we are so proud of here on Staten Island. But the sun remains behind it all.
Remember that same sun guided the soft earth lovingly through years of
being dumping Ground to manifest its vision of being a park for leisure
and rest. And that Light has endowed the Statue of Liberty's torch to
guide the lost to foundness once. Even now we must believe, that torch inspires something inside; revealing to our own spirits a vision of a new dream of America better than the one we left behind.
But on the dark days, what we keep forgetting is that the light is always lit from the inside. Our own hearts are our home.
The world will go grey, and the dream will be confused and dismal, and there will be years when your land is famous for its dumping ground. But my love, this sun will not stop.
Because we have loved every day. Every day I have looked into eyes familiar and I hear words kindly spoken off guard on days when I was ready to put down this torch and give up on even looking up to see if a change was going to come.
But then when you feel arms wrap you, even if only in a memory almost long forgot, there will be a reason why the sun feels too good to not wait for it to come around again. And girl, the outside sun will come again. It must. Because love is like that, and its everywhere. It's your own heart. It's all you got.
That's the part they don't say. I've felt that sun inside hot and it beats hard when you remember to love anything at all.
Sweetheart, just find some one, some thing, anything and love it hard. With no requirement. Just for your sake. Like the way you water a flower. Or watch out for an animal to make sure it crosses a road safely. Love for its sake. It'll keep you warm.
But on the dark days, what we keep forgetting is that the light is always lit from the inside. Our own hearts are our home.
The world will go grey, and the dream will be confused and dismal, and there will be years when your land is famous for its dumping ground. But my love, this sun will not stop.
Because we have loved every day. Every day I have looked into eyes familiar and I hear words kindly spoken off guard on days when I was ready to put down this torch and give up on even looking up to see if a change was going to come.
But then when you feel arms wrap you, even if only in a memory almost long forgot, there will be a reason why the sun feels too good to not wait for it to come around again. And girl, the outside sun will come again. It must. Because love is like that, and its everywhere. It's your own heart. It's all you got.
That's the part they don't say. I've felt that sun inside hot and it beats hard when you remember to love anything at all.
Sweetheart, just find some one, some thing, anything and love it hard. With no requirement. Just for your sake. Like the way you water a flower. Or watch out for an animal to make sure it crosses a road safely. Love for its sake. It'll keep you warm.
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