So here we are again, on the Eve of 2010, waiting for… nothing but more of the same cruel pain. For hope, like a dying ember, loses with each passing year more of its flaky light, and despair sits firmly as ever in the deserted mansion of the soul.
As Ella Wheeler Wilcox aptly put it in Waiting:
The days flow on, and on,
And never one comes back.
Another year has vanished and gone,
As the waves of the sea wash out the trackOn the shining sands o’ th’ shore.
And patience waneth, and hope is spent,
As I wait and watch for the one who went,
And cometh to me no more.
… and to continue, thinking of all deserted souls who are cruelly missing a kind word of their long departed friends:
And never a word from thee,
But a silence deep as death;
Though the winter gleameth on moor and lea,
And the cold, cold wind, with its cruel breath,Blows over the angry sea.
Yet always and ever, till life is done,
Shall I watch, and wait, and weep for one
Who cometh never, to me.
But at the end of every storm, there’s a silver lining on the horizon: new hope will come with tomorrow, and 2010 will be yet another year of hopeful self-deceit. We’ll keep yearning for the unreachable stars, even though we’re deep in the gutter, looking up to the cold sky.
However, even in the darkest night of the soul, all it takes is a tiny little candle timidly burning in the wind to drive the cold winter away.
On behalf of Cordula’s Web: to all our dear readers and community, we wish you, against all odds, a Happy New Year 2010. May your wishes come true, even those you believe impossible. It’s human nature to keep hoping, and only through adversity can we reach the stars.