Sometimes there is no hope
fiction
edward w pritchard
Sometimes there is no hope. The war is lost, the battles are over, the business is bust, the child is really dead. The precious love is removed and heard no more.
The heart refuses to see. The mind sends its troops over and over to convince logically, then metaphorically at night in dreams, and finally day by day the absence becomes concrete and apparent.
The heart remains blind. The heart smears mud on the glasses so the eyes perceive through a cloud, darkly.
The mind sends messages from the subconscious, music about the suffering of others, sent through the ears as example to convince the heart.
At length, the mind calls on all the parts of the body and senses to convince the heart that there is no hope.
The heart refuses to see although it understands. Faith is born and the glass is now half full in viewing all things.
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