Thursday, August 13, 2015

Lost Hope



By Elizabeth Gray-King

I cried for lost hope.

It wasn't that it was wonderful
hearts and flowers romance.

It wasn't remembered birthdays
or unreminded anniversaries.

It wasn't even moonlit walks
in autumn crisp-cool air.

It was hope.

It was hope that this man of reality
would be the man of my dreams.

Then, you see,
the shock of honeymoon-learned reality
could be lived with.

It was hope that died.

That's why I cried.


– From Eternal Springs: An Anthology of Hope, compiled by Geoffrey Duncan (Canterbury Press, 2006).


See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
The Longing for Love: God's Primal Beatitude
To Know and Be Known
The Gravity of Love
The Empty Beach
What Now, My Love
Dew[y]-Kissed
Amoureuse
Karl Rahner on the Need for Prayer
The Wonder You Bring
Active Waiting: A Radical Attitude Toward Life
Something We Dare Call Hope
In the Eye of the Storm, a Tree of Living Flame
Clarity, Hope and Courage
All 'Round Me Burdens Seem to Fall
As the Last Walls Dissolve . . . Everything is Possible

Image: Orlando Cruz (photographer unknown).


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