Thursday, February 10, 2011
Needed: A Bucketful of Hope
“Was the grass really ever green
Were the sounds of birds really clearly heard
Here in mid-winter they seem so far away
The naked trees, the leaden skies seem always
to have been
And seem out ahead for all time
Were things really ever green
And will the spring come back again?
A new excitement will be awakened by new possibilities
The despair which now engulfs us will subside
A word of hope will come to us
Our presumption that all is lost will be replaced
by a renewed expectancy.
Future will become a possibility again
The crush of demand will not dominate us forever
Out of liberation we will learn to choose
And in our choices to be secure.
The sadness now weighing upon us will be lifted
Joy will speak her acknowledgment of grief and
will sound her call to us
The cause of sadness will not have vanished
But joy will come in spite of it