“Prisoner of hope,” I hear the words whispered through the grated window, “prisoner of hope, remain in your fortress chained to hope until that thing hoped for finds its right season and comes forth.”I am such a prisoner of hope. The things long dreamed for I cannot make happen, yet to stop hoping is beyond my power also. Hope blossoms in my arms while feet are chained and movement left or right is quite impossible. Though hope deferred has sometimes struck my heart with a grievous sickness, I find myself holding on to tender hope with a stubbornness that defies all logic. Why does this hope not die, I wonder. But, no . . . it will not. And I have not the power to break the chains that hold me to it.
Shall I remain in this fortress? Of course I shall. Where else would I go but where hope keeps me?
Artwork: Hope by Edward Burne-Jones
Stace your blog is WONDERFUL... I will be a regular visitor! Are the works which are not attributed to other authors your own original works? They are all insightful and honoring God. I will be directing others to your blog. Your use and choices of art are also outstanding. Thank you for this blog. Feel free to visit mine. By the way, I found yours through the link by,The Book of Dun Cow... an EXCELLENT book I haven't known many people who have read it.
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I write all of the entries. Only the artwork belongs to other people. Thank you for your comment. I'm glad you like it.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, The Book of the Dunn Cow is wonderful, isn't it? I wish more people would read it.
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