Story of The Most Beautiful Heart !

One day a young man was standing in the middle of town proclaiming he had
the most beautiful heart

 Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever
seen. The young man was very proud and boasted loudly about his beautiful
heart.


Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your
heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”

The people stared — “How can he say his heart is more beautiful,” they
thought?

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating
strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed
and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were
several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where
whole pieces were missing.

The people stared — “How can he say his heart is more beautiful,” they
thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed.
“You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is
perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed.
“You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is
perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”


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“Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade
with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my
love — I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they
give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my
heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which
I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person
hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges –
giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they
stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I
hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do
you see what true beauty really is?

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The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked
up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and most beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling
hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a
piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young
man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful
than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side saying “Only God” can make a
Beautiful Heart!

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9 comments on “Story of The Most Beautiful Heart !

  1. Four o’clock in the morning
    Afraid to open my eyes
    Another day of grief,
    A day of fear.
    All alone I feel.
    I try to justify all the pain,
    All of this guilt before my eyes.
    Another day of confusion,
    A day of wondering.
    Is it ever just going to go away?
    All this pain that I feel,
    And all this anger, is it going to stay?

    Ten o’clock in the evening,
    Afraid of the nightmares.
    Again my breathing stops.
    All I can do is stare into the night.
    What is it that causes this feeling?
    Another night of crying,
    A night of hiding,
    Alone once again.
    My heart feels empty,
    And I can’t cry another tear.
    Another day wasted on insecurity,
    A day of wonder.
    Is this ever going to end?

  2. There is a great deal of depression that has overtaken my soul,
    It floods deep within, into every inch that makes me whole.
    I wonder and worry of thought throughout the day,
    What is to come, to my dismay.
    As a flood of tears pour out of me in all my expressions,
    more and more comes, more and more depression.

    I assure myself everything is ok!
    But who am I fooling?
    Then I burst into a spirit of rage.
    I have questions, and there are answers.
    But I’m afraid and much too weak,
    When I try to explain,
    I hear I’m hearing wrong and need to be meek.
    But this is how I feel, there’s no wrong or right,
    But as I battle with myself, I always lose the fight.

    I feel intimidated sometimes by others,
    But as I said “This is how I feel”
    The pain in me is very real.
    I lose control, my thought go wild,
    and here I am only a child.
    If only you knew what I thought,
    If only you knew what I fought.
    I need my thoughts held captive.

    Oh God, assure me I’m thinking normal
    and you’ll help me think positive.
    I’m hurting, I need you!
    Please don’t give up on me!
    One day I will always make you smile!
    Love,
    Your Child

  3. omething so hard
    goes straight to the soul;
    it seems impossible to get over
    and my heart is left with a big hole.

    I’m trying to be happy, wearing a smile;
    but I’m dying inside.
    The world seems to be fading,
    and I just want to run and hide.

  4. Yesterday’s goals, dim memories.
    Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.
    Painful scars borne; Love’s history.
    Futures crumble when doubt appears.

    No brightly lit hope envisioned,
    When following after harsh words.
    Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.
    Swooned by appeal – when numbness lured.

    Apologies made, never bought.
    Price paid turned out far too costly.
    Though never known what would be wrought –
    Must walk into the night softly.

    One wish, only to be released.
    Granted – now receive this token.
    Words written in rhyme, love’s deceased.
    When promises made . . . were broken.

  5. You said the words I love you,
    But it is obvious things have changed.
    I said the words I love you,
    And my feelings are still the same.
    You said I’ll love you forever,
    But forever wasn’t long enough.
    I said I’ll love you always,
    And I’ll mean it forever.
    But I can not imply to you
    What that means,
    ‘Cause your version of Forever
    Isn’t what it seems,
    And my version of Always
    Seems like an unrealistic dream.

  6. I do wish sometimes
    As I leave for work sullenly
    Dreading the day already
    Weeping far within

    The lie, terrible and unending
    Would cease to be
    And I would know the real you
    And you the real me

    But, the lie drags on for now
    For it is not written in the stars
    And perhaps it will never be
    I am my own companion

    The dreaded truth
    Gathered in a lifetime
    Sentenced for an eternity
    Realized too late

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