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
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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