Hope

She sleeps. Thoughts turn to dreams. She awakes. She lay silent, waiting to discern rested or restless. Succulent images toss and disappear like wrinkles on a jittery sea. The answer makes no difference. A cold, wet cloth on her face and hot coffee will set her feet in motion. She has learned much, yet she has learned little for the agenda of a day lies before her subject to change at any moment without notice. Many questions spoken and mute hold secrets of how much, how often, and how come remain answered, yet unattained.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish? What becomes of hope if every mystery is explained? If she saw the roots beneath the ground, she would only try to untangle them and suffocate the tree. It’s enough to sort the tangible.


Dversepoets.com Prosery. Mine is exactly 144 words, excluding the title.The line incorporated into the text is
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
out of this stony rubbish?”
The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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12 Responses to Hope

  1. Piano girl says:

    “What becomes of hope if every mystery is explained?” Love this question. Thought provoking.

    Like

  2. rothpoetry says:

    A great story! Life can truly be complicated! Well done.

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  3. Helen Dehner says:

    This is beautifully composed!

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  4. The prompt line is a mystical question and sometimes we must accept we can’t answer it. And maybe we are better of indeed for not knowing every answer. Thought-provoking!

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  5. What a profound metaphor of untangling the roots and chocking the tree. Life is too much of a mystery to figure everything out, and that must be okay at some point.

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  6. Mish says:

    Beautiful way to use the line.I think it’s one of the most difficult parts of life (for me, personally) to not search for answers and untangle those things that mystify. Some are better not disturbed. A good message in this piece.

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