Saturday, May 11, 2019



Give up hope, said my Lord.
(Not in so many words.)  Give up hope!

Always of the future is hope,
a comfort only of the mind

(never to reach the heart)
cheating the lover of real communion

and comfort in the everpresent moment.  
True comfort is an exchange with God,

hope its poor substitute,
an effete avoidance hidden deeply

among ever clever diversion. 
Hope is fear, a flight from truth

and its requirements;
a non-acceptance of suffering

and the necessity of suffering;
of human vulnerability and mortality.

O child of God, hope, like all indulgences,
holds you far away and veiled from God’s truth.

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