Hope is looking at the moon and when the dark shadows on its surface leap to the eye, it is noticing the cool white brilliance; it is noticing the twinkling stars when the sun has set and appreciating that night has a beauty so original that the day cannot claim it – hope is revelling in that beauty even when darkness is scary. Hope is putting failure and defeat and despair and longing in perspective when it threatens to take over our entire being. Hope is finding something more significant than ourselves – so that our individual failure and defeat and despair and longing fade into insignificance.
Hope is humility to accept, hope is defiance and courage to be alive!
Hope is when Marie Curie says, “Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.”
Hope makes us generous with our strengths and towards our and everyone else’s weakness, but more than anything it makes us own up to our humanity – its frailty and its strength. And I think humans are not strong like a mountain, we have strength like water, should we choose to use it we might tire, we might rest but we will not despair.
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