| | The Anatomy of a Sigh
As we live in the trenches of the world's battlefield, our hearts are bound to end up getting knocked around. Such is life. A collection of disappointments. The idea that just didn't work out. The friendship that faded away. The good intentions that couldn't last. The glimpse of a potential relationship that never eventuated. The well-laid plans that went awry. There are the days when we are standing in a desert under a cloudless sky, when all we want is rain. And so we sigh.
A sigh is the sound that hope makes as it rushes out of your heart. We could collect our sighs in bottles and label them with words like, "disillusionment", "despair" and "defeat". We could put the bottles onto shelves in a darkened room, then return when we are old and look over the faintly gleaming hopes of our young and foolish hearts.
Or before it is too late, while our sighs are still drifting in the breeze, we could inhale this hope-scented air. We could dare to hide such hope deep within our hearts. We could plant seeds of hope in a heart where the soil is hard and cracked. We could stop our sighing and instead hold our breath and wait for the seeds to bloom.
Waiting in a desert for flowers to grow is not easy. Letting out a sigh is much easier than holding your breath indefinitely. You may be laughed at for standing in a desert and waiting for flowers. But you know the rains will come. So you hold your breath, hold onto your hope, and watch the horizon for rain clouds. |
| | Posted 1/29/2006 6:43 AM - 43 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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