Ideas have been Gods for me. My consciousness a harmony of devotion to sanguine expectation. Hope, to me, has been that liar whose veracity I have never doubted even when belied. There have been times that I have despaired and, as the Bard says, "been at enmity with cozening hope". But such times have been few and far between, for I have found truth in what George Eliot says: "What we call our despiar in only the painful eagerness of unfed hope". The trick, I have found, is to confront suffering with hope. Hope triumphs every single time!
Hope has sometimes been fragile, and trembled like a harebell. Other times, it has been as solid as a rock and been my bulwark when all around me failure raged like a sea in storm. I have, however, refused to abandon what my friend HS calls my "pathological" belief in the occurrence of the impossible!
Here are some things which give me hope:
My faith, which is my anchor, my guide and the lantern which lights dark paths.
Children. Because they have two things in abundance: joy and a sense of wonder.
Dewdrops, which stand for all that is fragile and fast-disappearing and yet so essential in life.
Song of Hope
After to-day
There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
Dimmed by no gray -
No gray!
While the winds wing us
Sighs from The Gone,
Nearer to dawn
Minute-beats bring us;
When there will sing us
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
Further anon -
Anon!
Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon,
Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In speeches of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
To-morrow shines soon -
Shines soon!
~ Thomas Hardy ~
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2 comments:
What a beautiful thought- enough to compel even the most die-hard pessimists to look at the bright side even if just for awhile :)
Thank you, Priya. Incorrigible optimists recognise each other, no? Seeing you here after a long while. I trust all goes well with you and yours.
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