Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 15 February 2023
It has been 24 hours since Valentine's Day and I wonder what happened with all the flowers not sold yesterday; do the lovers still stay and remain true with all that they say to love and behold each other every day?
The flowers declare what the hearts convey but too often they are so lovely beyond compare when love is not that easy because in reality, love is difficult, even painful that most likely I would dare say that a loving heart is more of thorns than of blooms.
A loving heart is first of all a listening heart; a heart that listens in silence, a heart that hears and feels the silent screams and cries of a beloved; many times in life, when our hearts are tired and weary, saddled with burdens so heavy, the most lovely company to have is a listening heart where words do not matter because what we bear are too painful to bare; just a warm, loving heart that listens and cares is more than enough.
A loving heart is a heart that sings. Have you noticed the loveliest love songs are those that speak of a love lost, of a love that did not end happily ever after, a love hoping against hope that someday would be redeemed , if not here, even beyond? A loving heart is able to sing only when that heart is scarred for not being loved in return, of being disappointed, even betrayed, of losing because a heart that continues to love in darkness and pains is the one that truly loves, creating harmony and melodies, a song or a poem that ease and soothe the many hearts hurting.
When a heart listens in silence and sings amidst the pain, then the heart celebrates in finding love in what is true and in what is good, in self-sacrifice and in self-giving; only the ones who dare to love even in pain of losing one's self can celebrate because in the end, love prevails, love triumphs; that is why we have Valentine's day - a celebration of how lovers of God and lovers of fellowmen overcame death in giving their hearts, their very selves. Not just flowers and chocolates.