A new hope on the horizon

Hope's Horizon

I traveled instantly to the top of a tall building atop a mountain, I stood exposed on a balcony high above a city. The air was fresh and cool, the light clear and bright – This was Hope’s Horizon.  A place to look forward, onward, outward. A place to acknowledge that no matter what happens in life we should live it to our fullest and live it with love.

As I stared out to the horizon a feeling of hope bubbled up inside me I turned with a smile to face the lady waiting quietly nearby. She held out her hand offering me a scroll, I unrolled the parchment and began to read the words inscribed:

The Invitation

 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

As I read the last words I felt a warmth wrap around me, I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was back in the garden before the elven lady who said only, “You are ready to go on”.
I wanted to choose a poem of hope for my final Fantasy Faire posting in recognition of all whose lives have been affected by cancer. As I read through many very powerful and personal poems I realised that it was difficult to choose something to inspire others, and so instead I sought something that I will return to as a reminder of how I wish to live my life- to the fullest no matter what challenge lies ahead.
Details:
Skin: Zara – Black Phoenix BL, -Glam Affair -
Hair: Isadora – Naturals, Tameless
Eyes: Horizon Eyes v2 – Dark Antique, IKON
Gown: Sojourner of Swifthaven Gown Set-Maeri, The White Armory ( available @ Horizon’s Hope, Fantasy Faire)
Accessories: Laurel Silver, Ferocious
Mother of Dragons Ear Cuff , Folly
Pose: Moods 10, Poet’s Heart

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