Hold on to What You Believe

 
I'm breaking away from Topical Tuesday.  I'm tired of hearing the bad news on TV and reading it splashed across newspapers.  I'm looking for the good, for things I can pin my hopes on.  . . .


"But we're young, open flowers in the windy fields
of this war-torn world. . ."


The problems of the world press down on me.  My heart is heavy.   My mind struggles with the weight of reality.    I'm Atlas holding up the world.  It hurts.  I stagger. And yet, . . .

Last night at the weekly Mary Kay meeting, I won one of the raffles prizes.  Satin Hands, a new lipstick named "Give Hope",  Lavish Sable fingernail polish. . .all the things girls love.  They came in a smartly dressed coffee cup with one word printed on both sides, "Hope."  Hope was the theme of the evening.  I let it carry me away as I rested gently in its arms.

It was the thing I needed most.  It came as a surprise gift of that impish serendipity.  I spent my morning running errands, applying for a temp job, visiting the employment office.  I come home to write while listening to music.  It's soothes the savage heart, you know.  I find the song posted here. Pure chance?  Maybe. . . but just maybe "when the student is ready the teacher appears."   I open my arms to welcome hope with a warm hug.  Hope seems to be everywhere lately.

In between the melancholy elements of this song, hope shines.  Despite avoidance, denial, and escape, one can learn to question: "So what if I was wrong".  I can learn to find what is missing in what I already have.  I can hold on.  Hope is reaching out to me today.  I am young.  "I am an open flower in a windy field of a war-torn world."  Hope.  What a lovely virtue. "Hold on to what you believe."



"Hold On To What You Believe"

I, I can't promise you
that I won't let you down
And I, I can't promise you
that I will be the only one around
when your hope falls down

But we're young, open flowers in the windy fields
of this war-torn world
And love, this city breathes the plague
of loving things more than their creators

I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make

But what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

And now this land means less and less to me
without you breathing through its trees
At every turn the water runs away from me
and the halo disappears
and the hole when you're not near

So what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

So hold on to what you believed in the light