Hope springs eternal, so some say.
When doubt comes knocking on your door,
send faith to answer it, so some say.
When darkness threatens to overwhelm you,
find a crack in it because that's where the
light can find a way in, so some say.
A single candle, no matter how small,
is able to dispel the darkest of darknesses,
so some say.
These sayings have always sustained me
and kept me hobbling, crawling, dragging myself
toward that spring, that crack, clinging to my
tiny candle trusting that it's little flame will
be enough to help me find my way
out of the darkness.
I rather be a candle than curse the darkness,
and I do love the ''chewiness'' of hope.
(How like a chewing gum it keeps sticking
to the bottom of your shoe no matter how
much you try to get rid of it.)
My faith however, or rather the lack thereof,
trying as it may to keep doubt out,
is showing signs of exhaustion and fatigue.
Doubt, like an insidious mist keeps finding
its way into my mind, my soul and my heart.
In a few days I will have to summon up
faith, hope and trust from somewhere so that
when the surgeons plunge their knives
into my son's body they will do so
expertly and with the greatest of care.
And while I will be waiting for the result of
the operation, I will have to keep holding
on to my little candle, block the door to
doubt, and keep my anxious heart beating.
Life presents us with many different doors
we must enter through, willingly or not.
Sometimes we are greeted by the unfamiliar,
the unexpected, the unknown and the most feared for.
Sometimes we are greeted by the familiar,
the expected, the dreamed and longed for.
Regardless of what greets us as we
enter through a new door,
deep within in us we have been given
the freedom, the gift of being able to choose
whether we will use this freedom, this gift,
to create within us a new purpose, a new
meaning and a new perspective of just how
uncertain and unpredictable
but also beautiful and meaningful
is the life of every precious human being.
''Suffering ceases to be suffering
at the moment it finds meaning.''
(Victor Frankl)
If you, reading this, is going through
pain and suffering and feel as if
your little candle(of hope) is about to be
snuffed out, know this:
You are not alone.
about the image: Graphite on paper
Title: Hang in there, Teddy.
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