Waiting, waiting, waiting, to hear from a dear friend on the other side of the world, who may be dead as I write this. Not for the first time this week I'll be keeping her in my prayers tonight, and I ask our readers to say a small prayer of their own on behalf of a kind soul who seems to be giving up, in despair of ever rising above her tragic circumstances. While you're at it, maybe add a small prayer for me, if it's not too late, to find the words that may yet stay her hand from the final choice I fear she is poised to take for herself.
Still no answer today to my last letter. Of course, there's a million possible reasons why, you tell yourself; maybe that friend she mentioned is helping her. Maybe she's been successfully cheered up, and wants some time to steady herself before writing back. Maybe she'll even send one of her excrutiatingly bad jokes, like in the old days.
Or maybe she's finally given up on her dreams, buried by one burden too many... one too many obstacles to climb.
We're as much cursed as we are blessed with the potential to imagine a tantalizing crossroads between restlessness, pride, patience and forgiveness, that, like walking towards a rainbow, we seem able to approach, yet never reach; we feel the shadow of a promised peace, yet rarely the peace itself.
I guess that's why we so desperately need certain stories, pushing us onward, a whisper carried on the wind, to remember, friend, remember...
Remember to live in hope for a less elusive peace.