“Of all the virtues and gifts, I believe that hope is the hardest to hold on to.”-Zonoma
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Thursday, August 13, 2009
hope
Hope is a quiet creature. He doesn't precisely sneak back in because
how can something that is so looked for sneak? Yet, for all my waiting and
praying, for all my searching and midnight vigils at the front door,
I woke up this morning and found Hope standing there in companionable
silence- as if he'd never left at all.
-Zonoma
Saturday, August 8, 2009
hope is hard
How can
one live on the razor's edge between heartbreak and hope? It is living as a
whisper within a world where profanity is not spelled out in syllables but in
decibels. It is wanting to weep where tears are forbidden and longing to laugh
where smiling is taboo. It is carrying a terrible sickness and having the
antidote, too.
It is
quiet here in this place.
-Zonoma
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