Of Hope and agony

In a vision blurred by tears,

I watch as hope flaps its wings and flies away

across the sky that once painted many coloured dreams

Leaving me behind, waiting helplessly;

Words caught in my throat;

Silently willing it to turn around

and come back to me.

"Words for today are borrowed from Meister Eckhart's poem "The Hope of Loving."

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey

to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We

wither like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

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