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A Hundred Gourds 4:2 March 2015

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Jonathan McKeown - Australia


Genesis


“. . . darkness covered the face of the deep . . .” (Genesis 1:2)

“. . . I felt my life was over,” he said, “sitting there alone night after night, a haunted man, smoking, beside an old gas heater in a strange rented house . . . I don’t know how long exactly – six months – staring like a zombie into the future, trying to see some glimmer of light. I was in despair. I felt that all my best years were behind me, that life had nothing left in store but decrepitude . . . That’s when I guess I started thinking about it . . . seriously.”

“What happened? I mean, why didn’t you go through with it?”

“I’m not sure really. I guess the turning point – well, not the turning point exactly – but the thing that made me pause just long enough was this one enduring thought: . . . no matter how bleak and utterly devoid of hope the horizon of my life was; despite the fact its possibilities had narrowed down to a point where I felt I was looking at the future through the eye of a needle held at arm’s length; the thought, that as hopelessly remote as it all seemed, even at my absolute minimum where no trace of hope was left – the possibility of hope still existed. And if possibility still existed I couldn’t deny that tomorrow, or next week, or next year, hope itself may yet appear . . .”

dead wood
the ministry
of wind


Note:
The haiku "dead wood" was previously published in The Heron's Nest (June 2014).



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