What do you do with despair? When the wounds of childhood make trusting hard? When the pain of living steals hope?
When I was in the ninth grade, I wrote this poem.
Though I wasn’t aware of it, that ambivalence followed me through life. Until I finally embraced myself (see Fine Wine), my own pain in childhood, I was caught like a starfish on the Oregon coast, clinging to a rock, waiting for the tide to come in.
When I was a sophomore in college, floundering, wondering how to continue to live, I opened a book of T.S. Eliot poems to work on a paper for an English class. Going beyond my assignment, I discovered a division in the book (like between the Old and New Testaments in the Bible), beginning with “Ash Wednesday.” Eliot expressed my thoughts, doubts, hopes, fears and attempts at faith.
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign? . . .
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still. …
Line after line, Eliot transcribed the agony I experienced in just living. When I reached the last section, I wanted to holler, to cry, to run out under the sky.
Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn
Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.
Somehow, Eliot’s finding peace in spite of identical ambiguity comforted me, gave me hope to go on. I was not alone.
That began my true faith walk, and what a long road it has been!
But then, life is a journey, isn’t it? In spite of the switchbacks and setbacks, push-backs and throwbacks, we drive onward.
Even the Israelites, led by God in the desert escaping Egypt, had to make the trek.
At this point on the way, I no longer pray to love with detachment. I have no need to be alone to protect my heart. My cries are heard. I’d rather spend my life caring, than freeze alone on the rocks.
I can reach out to the one who experienced my pain, who walked the trail, who knows what it means to love and be hurt, to reach out, yet be be shunned, to cry alone.
We who have run for our very lives to God have every reason to grab the promised hope with both hands and never let go. It’s an unbreakable spiritual lifeline, reaching past all appearances right to the very presence of God where Jesus, running on ahead of us, has taken up his permanent post as high priest for us, in the order of Melchizedek. Hebrews 6:19-20 The Message (MSG)
And I have hope because my journey is into His arms.
They hit me when I was down,
but God stuck by me.
He stood me up on a wide-open field;
I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!
God made my life complete
when I placed all the pieces before him.
When I got my act together,
he gave me a fresh start.
Now I’m alert to God’s ways;
I don’t take God for granted.
Every day I review the ways he works;
I try not to miss a trick.
I feel put back together,
and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life
when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes. Psalm 18:18-24 The Message (bold mine)
4 thoughts on “Got hope?”
So strange, Jane. Tonight we watched the sad story of T.S. Elliot’s life with his troubled wife. Also, today I read “Desperation is better than despair.” S. Chadwick. The point being, that when we’re desperate, at our wits end, that’s the beginning of God’s power. With faith we hold on and avoid despair. So interesting that I read this tonight.
It is amazing how a thread will run through different sources and activities. Years ago I took a week-long class from Lauraine Snelling. When someone said they thought their idea had been stolen. Loraine said, rather whimsically, that she thinks God sprinkles an inspiration around the world, and those who are listening pick up on it.
Once again, that was scary to share. Why is it so hard to show our weaknesses? I’m pushing through my natural aversion for opening up. We all gain when we are able to reach out to each other in truth, and offer whatever light we have for a shared pathway. Consider yourself hugged.
We are more alike than you could ever know Janie. I am moved by your insights and perspective…