As
Valentine day approaches, there is a boatload of hurt, scared, angry people, floating around
looking for a safe place to land, who’ve been burned by love, lost someone dear or in such conflict with those
around them that love seems like the stupidest idea ever.
Now
what's become of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I'll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care.
I'll be looking everyday
I know I'm gonna find a way
Nothings gonna stop me now
I'll find a way somehow
I'll be searching everywhere………….
God love
the Funk brothers and Motown for this poignant song about love lost and its
seismic aftereffects, sprinkled with a dash of hope.
Who hasn’t experienced a broken heart? I
know I have had my share of times when my heart felt it would burst wide open
with hurt, leaving me gasping for breath and despair of repair. These times were accompanied by loneliness as
vast and unfathomable, as a space voyage to mars. Yet here I stand loved and as
happy as a clam who has avoided, for one more day, the scoop of a clam digger
looking for a good meal.
The heart
is an amazing organ, beating steadily even during tough times. I, for one, feel a wealth of gratitude for
the steady reassuring beating of my heart this Valentine’s day.








