The Melt

2-21-15 011 I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you’re my every dream                Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme                      A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart                   Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me                 But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory                              The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart                       Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Hank Williams, the legendary country singer, wrote and recorded this song, Cold Cold Heart, in 1951 (he was 27 and died two years later).  Rather than recite all four stanzas, I copied the first and the last. The two middle stanzas simply reveal more about the confusion and heartache expressed in these lyrics. As I gazed at the melting ice from our trees this past Saturday morning, I grabbed my camera and went outside to take several shots. For some reason this song-which I haven’t heard in years-came to mind. I suppose it may have been the cold temperatures finally warming and the melting ice which caused this song to arise to my consciousness. After some self-evaluation, I asked myself how do the lyrics of a sad ballad correlate to a beautiful act of nature…for it was a grand sight to witness the frozen tree branches shed their layer of ice and drip with the new life of cool water. The melting ice glittered like diamonds under spotlights!2-21-15 005Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to understand the link. There is beauty all around us, but at the same time there can be ugliness, pain and sorrow. Paradoxical, isn’t it? Joy and pain, beauty and the beast, clarity and confusion-all can co-exist. Where love is found, hate is not far behind. Where peace abounds, conflict can be just around the corner. And where some relationships nurture and grow, others can wilt and die on the vine. Such is the result of a fallen world. But, alas, our lives don’t have to exist in a state of bitterness, heartache, failure or confusion. True, these are our realities at times, but they don’t have to define us. I am not advocating that we ignore the negatives for that is wishful thinking. As difficult as it can be at times we must face the trials head on, hang on to an anchor of hope (for me this anchor is Christ) and endure. Strive to find beauty in this world, even when you feel abandoned, are depressed or lonely, are being seriously misunderstood or may be grieving. Light will shine again; hold on and wait for the melt.2-21-15 013

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10 thoughts on “The Melt

  1. I enjoyed reading your blog. The view also caught my eye on Saturday morning. It was beautiful! I’m so glad you captured the moment and took the time to blog.

    • Thanks Debbie. I am so glad you saw the glistening tree branches and other objects as the sun lit up the ice. I appreciate you following my blog posts, and encouraging me.

  2. Beautifully written and very encouraging. I thought of you last Saturday morning when I left the house because it was so beautiful, I was hoping your were out with your camera capturing the beautiful winter wonderland! God bless you!

    • Norah does a wonderful job with this song, but nobody can sing it like Hank. Such a sad life to have lived so hard and died so young. He defined the country genre and redefined modern music in general. Cheers to you!

  3. I always read every word and it always challenges me think or contemplate – it is amazing how we experience highs and lows in such rapid succession – I love being outside watching the light dance all over the worlds beautiful creation and get quiet annoyed when I pass abandoned material possessions – simply littering beauty through lack of respect. Im off to listen to Hank

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