Fast from discouragement and feast on hope.
That's how this lovely saying goes. Thank you, Gretchen, for letting me borrow it.
I have hope. If I look around at our world I see turmoil, despair, all the troubles from which we run and hide. Do you see them too? I hope not. While I am staring at it I am interrupted by a still, small, powerful voice that says, simply, "Look up." And I see like a blind man who has never seen before. What is that bright light? Do you see it? I have hope that in a thousand tomorrows, or one, this great light will defeat the darkness.
I heard a song this morning that sounds like how I feel.
This is "No Man's Land" by Mean Mary. What do you think she means?
Here I stand, in no man’s land, drear and stark and dead
Contrariwise, these merry eyes, see blue skies overhead
All is Bleak, so very bleak
In this land of grim mystique
Empty spaces, harsh places, send a wistful plea
Like someone near, someone dear, calling out to me
And the wind wails its desire
And it’s hungry, hungry like a fire, like a wildfire
CHORUS:
I’m full of fight, here I stand
I’m doing alright in No Man’s Land
With Blinders gone, I look upon, this mystic land of strife
This open door, to the ground floor, of rough and restless life
I looked up at the sky once more
Had it ever been so blue before –
Birds fly, shadows rush by, there’s movement behind each stone
I’m lonely in name only, for I’ve never been alone
All the earth is fierce and alive
And it’s hungry, hungry to thrive, to survive
CHORUS
Endless rocks, endless knocks, endless shifting sand
The sun’s ablaze, no shady ways, but still, I understand
I understand this No Man’s Land
