Woe to the coldest of hearts even the frozen. The coldest hearts shiver when they beat. Then the frozen just sit there in there place no beat just ice. The words they breathe are just as cold as the fist size ice ball that sits in there chest. They are like disease that spreads fast among the warm hearts. Once there breath hits the heart of the warmest it seems to start the freezing process. Its like they cannot live without infecting a warm heart.
Then should I say woe to the warm hearts for there is no way to block the breath of the cold hearts. No matter how much we say a breath doesnt affect us it does. So the warm hearts fight the fight of not becoming cold. Some win some lose. Its an on going fight. Its not an easy battle metting ice that freezes so quickly. Usually only the strongest of the warm hearts can melt at a good enough pace with encouragement from the warmest. The slower ones can do it but need more encouragement from the strong and the warmest heart as well. Woe is to them for there’s not many and the battle is on going.
But yet I still should say woe to the cold hearts. The frozen hearts as well. They have the most to melt. That takes the longest takes a lot of love, a lot of encouragement, lots of care, lots of kindness. These are the ones who seek the strong who help lead them to the warmest heart. But to keep from there cold ways is so hard not o infect. Most end up falling into the old ways being ice the others fight for a while then are infected again. Being infected the second time was like stabbing the same wound again it just makes it worse. Woe is to them of what happened that made them so.
Now Is when I say woe to the both the hardship for each is not easy. Light it hard to find when hearts are cold or infected. Woe to the cold and warm hearts. My prayer to the warm is that the warm flame never gets put out by ice from the disease from the cold and sill is filled with love, compassion and caring. Then my prayer to the colds is that some how their fire will restart and melt the ice that which abides in there chest so it can start beating again full of love and compassion and caring. Woe is it until the warmest heart returns.
