So many things in this world captivate the poet in me.
So many little things that go unnoticed by most...somehow, they draw me in, whispering for me to tell their story and share the truths locked within their silent beating hearts.
I don't dare turn a deaf ear to their pleas.
Train tracks sing such a song to me...one that I simply cannot ignore.
They speak of so many things...
-- of strength, for how many courageous brides clutched their carpet bags to their chests as the clicking of the wheels drew them closer and closer to their yet-unmet grooms...
When Jacob saw Rachel...he kissed her on the mouth and began to weep.
-- of bravery, for how much youths gaze upon the train doors, worn suitcases at their feet, preparing to carry their broken souls and sunken eyes home to aching-hearted parents with white ribbons tied to trees...
Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.
-- of love, for how many pairs of hands have brushed from window to platform, with now only letters to keep them together...how many hands returned empty, and how many brushed palm-to-palm again with silver and gold bands to caress one against the other.
Place me as a seal over your heart...for love is as strong as death.
Yes, train tracks speak of so many wonders. The burdens they bear are full to the brim with so many stories of love and loss, of seats cracked with snuggling and windows stained with tears of longing and brokenness.
Train tracks sing these powerful melodies...
...melodies best not ignored.
And there is the headlight, shining far down the track, glinting off the steel rails that, like all parallel lines, will meet in infinity, which is after all where this train is going. ~Bruce Catton
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