Sunday, February 25, 2007

Eleanor Rigby

Look at all the lonely people. Where do they all come from?

More importantly, WHY are there so many lonely people? We see them at the end of exit ramps; people who constantly have to be talking into their bluetooth as they walk through the store or while the cashier at the bank attempts to complete a transaction; the young adult who always has earplugs so they hear human voice, but can avoid human contact; the kindergartener who only wants to hang on to mommy just a little longer or the junior in high school who can't understand calculus and is afraid to ask a question for fear he/she would appear "stupid". Where do they all belong?

What about a parent who longs to hold their child and because of distance or circumstance cannot. A parent who longs to hold their child they haven't met yet. A lonliness like no other. Both child and parent ask "What did I do to deserve this?" How do you console someone who no matter how much YOU care or empathize cannot fill this hole in their heart and soul? No matter how many friends and family hold you and love you, if the person you long for is not there you are lonely.

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

2 comments:

Sherry Mc said...

I found it!! And I have the honor of being your first post as well. Wonderfully expressed!! Look forward to more;) Love you, Sher

more cows than people said...

thank you. i don't know if i wrote you back after your recent compassionate e-mail. i've been so swamped, but i have been deeply touched by your compassion and the compassion of you too, aunt sherry. and i am SO excited that you've entered the blogosphere! WELCOME!

thanks for being present to me in my loneliness.