Hope for Your Presence

There was a girl
who sat, day and night,
at her tall glass window,
gazing at the grey, cobbled streets below.

There was a woman
who stood, through all weathers,
at her lofty balcony,
staring at the rugged path that disappeared round the corner.

There was an old lady
who leant, whenever she could,
against her long ebony cane,
willing the sound of footsteps to her lonely door.

There was only waiting,
a longing for someone to arrive
to whisk them from their stagnant state
into Life in the sun.

There was a cold affirmation
of their desire being one day assuaged,
that drew them to look, a search
that would lead them to blessed warmth, and more.

6 July 2006

I think the worst state of life is that of hope being crushed, that utter knowledge that your desire is not and will never be possible. Hope... what does it entail? A wish... a dream... something that is dear to you? There is so much that we don't know, that can go wrong. So many different possibilities and outcomes, so little of which we can control. So does it make it right for us to pursue what we want? Just because our inclinations draw us on that path? What is right, and what wrong? Or is life just full of wants, desires and dislikes, and justice is just a nice name for what the majority wishes?