We have been walking this road a long time, and have seen a thing or two, oh yes. We weren’t born yesterday. We have been through too many reality checkpoints. Hope can be a dangerous thing in this day and age. We manage just fine without it, feet on solid ground.
And so we have come to a smiling, sterile place where we are afraid to long.
Afraid to long?
Yes, that is it. It’s not worth the taste of disappointment.
For that has been the result of my thirst. A mouth full of sawdust. So I have learned to take the hunger pangs and paralyze them like so many moths in a spider’s web. I have made a web to catch the longing before it takes wing.
Afraid to long?
Yes. I fear where the longing may lead. Out on a limb and into the dark where I have no map. What if it leads to a place where there is no choice but metamorphosis because the ground beneath my feet is no more?
Afraid to long?
Yes, because my discontent may mark me as a stranger. What if my comforts no longer soothe? What if my qualifications no longer serve? What if my riches are no longer palatable? What if my cultural cocoon is no longer habitable? Oh then, I may have to search for another kingdom.
But here’s the thing – when the emptiness of a life without longing confronts me in unexpected moments, the despair is too great. I know it will crush me.
Beauty calls, and it is like thunder. A change is coming on the wind.
~lg