Could you ever steal a prayer to deny your God? And could you ever buy your love and not count the cost? And could you ever take a life when all was lost? Would it ever be enough? Could you bite the hand that feeds, and then ask for more? And could you kiss the wound that bleeds, spit it on the floor? And could you open up your heart and then close the door? Would it ever be enough? Every word you whisper; all the tears you hide. You die for love when it’s alive. Where does love go when it dies? If you came across your dream, would you walk on by? Hold a candle to the wind and just let it die? And is there room inside your mind for one more try? Would it ever be enough? I watch the time go rushing by, it’s like an ocean wave showing you no mercy; throwing dirt upon your grave. You’re drowning in the darkness and you’re blinded by The Light, and there ain’t no prayer that’s gonna save you now. If you woke up from your sleep … blood on your hands … would you wash the pain away no one understands? There must be someone out there who can help you breathe again? Would it ever be enough?
(“Where Does Love Go When It Dies … Def Leppard)
It’s International Widow’s Day again, and after having recently stumbled upon this Today Show interview between Hoda Kotb and Lisa Niemi Swayze, the late Patrick Swayze’s widow, I don’t think I’ve ever been as inspired, or at minimum, “deeply thought provoked”:
Just because somebody’s gone doesn’t mean you fall out of love … that’s because love comes from the same well.
Wow. Just wow! Meanwhile, I’m not even gonna lie and say, “I have no fears in life whatsoever”, especially when even the remote idea of showing “one LAST king” my naked soul is concerned. Yup! I’m a little scared to death of what that might possibly look like. But you see, not everyone even gets the opportunity to fall in love just once. I’ve been blessed to fall in love twice. If, by chance, I do get one last partner to ride into the sunset with, you can Jean-Claude Van DAMN bet I’m gonna take it.
And could you open up your heart and then close the door?
Yes. Yes, I could. Where did all that love go when he died? It went right back into The Well from whence it came. Should that day come when it’s time for me to draw from it for that “one last king” who may be out there somewhere preparing his table for me, there will assuredly still be plenty. In the meantime, the true and deep love I have myself, my babies, and those who are in my halo flows abundantly.
The Diary Of My Perfection 