Stuck

Waiting is our destiny as creatures

who cannot by themselves

bring about what they hope for.

We wait in the darkness for

a flame we cannot light,

we wait in fear for a happy ending

we cannot write.

We wait for a not yet

that feels like a not ever.

Waiting is the hardest work of hope.

Lewis Smedes

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One response to “Stuck”

  1. This poem wouldn’t conclude nearly as nicely if we had one word for both “wait” and “hope”. Alas, Spanish, alas.

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