Cain and Able are the "poster children" for the the story I am about to tell; however, the tale is not just the story of siblings, it is a tale of how love and hate lie next to one another in the human soul threatening human relationships.
This tale begins long ago when they went separate ways fueled by words spoken under the most stressful of times. While their love was intense, so was their need to be recognized and respected. It was a separation they both thought would bring them peace; however, it was a separation that eroded their souls and made loving unconditionally difficult. Those around them saw the sadness in their eyes. It was a separation that slowly allowed hatred to grow like a cancer in their hearts. Those around them saw their great sadness creep into their lives. Those who knew them both, hoped time would heal their wounds and that one of them would open the door to a reconciliation. Those who knew them both, watched with sadness as time went on and no one budged. Yet, how could they admit they wished the words had never been said.
One day, many years later, those who knew them both connected on the internet's interactive web. Those peripheral connections grew and morphed into new relationships where caring and commonality were clearly evident in spite of the vast divide. One day, many years later, those who knew them both realized that while they could not change the past, they could change the future. And they did. Over the years that ensued, there were shared stories and glimpses of lives that were connected by love. Yet, those who knew them both could not stop the hate, fueled by the need to forgive and forget, that grew in their souls.
One day, many years later, after those whose words had fueled the divide had passed on, someone attempted to retell the story of the vast divide. There were questions about who might have said what and about why they did not try to settle. We'll never if someone tried and their attempts were rebuked but we do know that their progeny have built a bridge over the great divide connecting those whose roots are deeper than words. It was likely a move fueled by an awareness that humans are measured not by what they achieve but rather by how they live their lives.
This short story ends with the message about the power of words from a song .
This tale begins long ago when they went separate ways fueled by words spoken under the most stressful of times. While their love was intense, so was their need to be recognized and respected. It was a separation they both thought would bring them peace; however, it was a separation that eroded their souls and made loving unconditionally difficult. Those around them saw the sadness in their eyes. It was a separation that slowly allowed hatred to grow like a cancer in their hearts. Those around them saw their great sadness creep into their lives. Those who knew them both, hoped time would heal their wounds and that one of them would open the door to a reconciliation. Those who knew them both, watched with sadness as time went on and no one budged. Yet, how could they admit they wished the words had never been said.
One day, many years later, those who knew them both connected on the internet's interactive web. Those peripheral connections grew and morphed into new relationships where caring and commonality were clearly evident in spite of the vast divide. One day, many years later, those who knew them both realized that while they could not change the past, they could change the future. And they did. Over the years that ensued, there were shared stories and glimpses of lives that were connected by love. Yet, those who knew them both could not stop the hate, fueled by the need to forgive and forget, that grew in their souls.
One day, many years later, after those whose words had fueled the divide had passed on, someone attempted to retell the story of the vast divide. There were questions about who might have said what and about why they did not try to settle. We'll never if someone tried and their attempts were rebuked but we do know that their progeny have built a bridge over the great divide connecting those whose roots are deeper than words. It was likely a move fueled by an awareness that humans are measured not by what they achieve but rather by how they live their lives.
This short story ends with the message about the power of words from a song .
If I could turn back time...
I'd take back those words that hurt you...
I don't know why I said the things I said...
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.
I don't know why I said the things I said...
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.
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