On Hope: an Admonition

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Stop confusing it with expectation.

You’re going to be disappointed,

resentful, angry, pissed off at God

because the cancer didn’t disappear,

you didn’t get that new job you wanted,

Hurricane Hattie flooded your basement.

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(Write this down: Don’t hope for anything

you can see, hear, touch, smell, or taste.)

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And even if you do get to come home

from the hospital a day early,

or the car coming right at you swerves

away at the last saving second,

or your friend’s stock tip pays off enough

to finance an Aruba vacation,

please, please, please don’t proclaim to the world

how God in His goodness answered your prayers.

You’re only setting yourself up for

future resentment, not to mention

guilt and shame for having somehow displeased

His Royal Holy Hood.

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Instead, divest, dismantle, ditch, doff, dump

expectations, anticipations, wishes.

Take a deep breath, and go for a walk

along that path you’ve been walking all

your life. Don’t worry about what’s ahead

Here be dragons, right?—

but have a seat on this old tree stump.

Take more deep breaths, turn, look back

at all those times when, despite all your

mistakes, your blindness to injustice,

your embracing each Seven Deadly Sin

as if your happiness depended on it

while breaking all Ten Commandments

like you were making a hash omelet,

times when, despite your screwed-up family,

the hereditary overbite,

hip dysplasia, and weak heart,

times when despite the ugly divorce,

your daughter’s even uglier death,

all those goddamn operations,

the loss of lung capacity and libido,

you love the woman you wake up next to,

you sing to Sirius FM’s ‘Fifties Gold,’

you savor your morning hot chocolate,

you look forward to lunch with old classmates,

you feed the birds, play the banjo, plant

a garden, enjoy Wordle and Brit Box,

worshiping in silence, dabbling in poetry,

watching the grandchildren grow up.

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Hope is not about getting what you want,

it’s about seeing what you already have,

the force that makes life worth living,

that same power that is pushing new growth

from this dead tree stump you’re sitting on.

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Now, go get those dragons!

6 thoughts on “On Hope: an Admonition

  1. Amazing! So on target for me at 87. May I share this? At midlife when working with a Spiritual Director with my dreams, the dragon in them claimed to be my friend. On a vacation I became somehow determined to find a dragon replica in the shops. I saw many in different shops, but somehow knew they weren’t my dragon. Then knew immediately when I saw a small pewter dragon that it was mine. When I got it home and looked closer, it was lying down happily picking its teeth with a sword and had a knight’s helmet under one foot, It took me a while to get the message that the hero was within, not without. And that the whole fairy tale of a perfect life or perfection of any kind was an illusion.

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