Hope deferred makes the heart sick. The wise writer of this proverb had certainly experienced the pain of longing for something that forever seemed out of his reach. He must have intimately known the pain of hard work towards a goal that is never actualized. Dreaming of one day knowing the joy of experiencing what you hope for and then finally able to leave the deep disappointment of that intense longing behind you. The writer’s hope seemed fragile. One day his determination seemed all encompassing and the next day it seemed to flicker like an ember in a fire long gone out. It is in those times that the heart feels sick--weak—unworthy—depressed.
This is my heart today. I have finally arrived at the day where I must finally leave the deep disappointment behind me. Hope has been deferred over and over and over. Today I choose to let that desire slip out of my heart and onto the floor where it probably belongs. Today, I stop dreaming.
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