Ointment for an aching soul

Today quick emails are sent from one computer to another....and then a tweet here and there...a comment on a myspace or facebook wall....where oh where have the real letters gone. Instead of carefully thought out sentences, there are only shortened phrases. The beauty of writing has fallen by the wayside...and a rough, crude counterfeit remains in its place.

I have the love letters my husband wrote me before we were married. Flimsy paper creased by countless attempts to read the words penned across the page. He wrote not only of his love for me, but he also filled the pages with his hopes, dreams and aspirations. He is a practical man. There were no flowery words used; However, the love felt in each line outweighs any romantic jargon ever used.

Over the years I have written many letters. Some plain and simple, but others deep with wisdom. I often wish I could find those which were strong and solid but I think they were tossed out long ago with the day old newspapers.  If only there could be a revival of letter writing. I'm not talking of the quick texts sent here or there; but rather the leisurely written epistle. A well written letter can do more for an aching soul than ointment.