Hope is the Thing with Tethers

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Hope is the Thing with Tethers

By Jane Tawel

April 12, 2022

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And I realized I had no more hope, if indeed I had ever had any hope at all. And I realized that all my hope had been in me; in the holy trinity of Me, Myself, and I; and in my ability to convince God – to control God –with what I erroneously called “prayer”.  And hope fled like a frightened frail thing with no feathers. And reading newspapers and being aware of all the deaths we die, as we die in body or die in spirit or die from lack of meaning, made me want to live. To live! More than ever. But how can I – I who have spent a lifetime seeking God, claiming faith, working towards loving and being loved – how can I live without the third leg of the tripod that holds up the world? I could find the leg of the tripod called faith; it was rather wobbly but propped up. Love was throbbing in my heart and, oh it was better by the crucibles, a stronger steel,ever more trued and pure, but what good is my love without hope in The Love? What an ultimately weak  limb of our humanness is what we call our “love”. The Triune Tripod meant to remain forever as true Truth, as Who God is, and What Reality is – Faith, Hope, and Love – a cord of three strands that could not be broken could be seen for the poor frayed and burnt and weak two stringy strands it was in me. Without Hope, Faith was a sham; without Hope, Love was self-satisfaction, not Divine Intervention. I looked at any hope I had ever thought that I had held, and found it a wing-less bird, a dodo, extinct; hope was the thing that would never rise to fly, buried in the ground, resurrectionless.

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Hope is the thing with tethers,

that lurks around the soul,

and seeks to bind, with tuneless words,

all lies to truth’s death-roll.

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It cheated in the nails He bore,

and by the cross He wore,

by hope’s abashed implausible

of life forever more.

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I hear no notes of hopeful song,

in all the world’s great wrongs.

The land is stranger every day,

and oceans warm and chill,

and faith and love are left to scream

while hope remains dead still.

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Perhaps, that’s how hope first appears,

to those, like I, who cannot hear?

Perhaps the Silence is the awe,

And that’s all hope is …..

somehow….

God.

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Oh, faith is trembling legs that walk,

through brambled narrow roads.

And love’s our chirping heart’s desire,

that gives our world a song.

But hope though naked, barren, void,

is  what we beings are,

it is the wind beneath all wings,

and when night ends, it is the Morning Star.

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I’m just a silly little bird,

and featherless alone.

It is a God of hope I seek,

a hope, that will lead home.

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Yes–

 hope’s the thing with feathers,

that perches in the soul,

and sings the tune without the words,

and never stops at all.

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© Jane Tawel, 2022  (With eternal gratitude and admiration for the poetry of Emily Dickinson)

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Jane Tawel

Still not old enough to know better. I root around and explore ideas in philosophy, spirituality, poetry, Judeo-Christian Worldview, family, relationships, and art. Often torn between encouragement & self-directed chastisement, I may sputter, but I still keep trying to move forward.

12 thoughts on “Hope is the Thing with Tethers”

  1. inre is nailed he is king of you and me
    so we see hope to cope
    four lettered filters
    to allay and assauge shit out of kilter
    i wanted her to be my lover
    to be who i thought she was
    exotic and loony
    but she s still in love with her ex
    lord only knows why

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    1. Yes — you are a genius at mixing the spiritual with the human and may I say it? – the holy with the slightly profane. Just like all great artists. Thank you as always for adding to my thoughts. Shalom, jane

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  2. My dear friend, Jane. Your words are so beautiful and wise. I can’t even begin to choose all of my favorite lines or quotes. This may be one of my favorites of yours. The trinity of the “Me, Myself, and I” versus, “Faith, Hope, and Love” (and all of it being a sham without the other and an unfeathered bird. Jane, this touched my heart so much. Have a beautiful Holy Week. May God give you peace, blessings, and love galore! Karla 💛🙏

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  3. If not for hope, I would not be standing where I am today. Holding onto faith in one band and the other bonded to trust. In the unfolding. In the grace between the spaces where doubt sometimes lingers. Magic awaits us around every turn and twist of this grand journey. Much over dear Jane. Hugs❤❤❤

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