I now cling to the possibility that there may be reason to hope. What that reason may be, I've no notion at all. Whatever the reason may be, the belief that it may be revealed to me enables me to cling to a possibility with tenacity borne of a visceral, innate need, although I am filled with fear. I know it is sorrow that allows me to feel anything at all; it is sorrow for what was; it is sorrow for what is; it is sorrow for what will be.
It is sorrow that allows hope to abide and honors the naive hopeful girl whose memories still remain with me.
It is sorrow that teaches:
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.”
photo credit: Alessandro Cancian
first posted on December 24, 2012