“The freest person is the one with the most hope –“ Gabriel Marcel
Of all the shards of a broken world That chafe our wounded psyches, None cut deeper than the jagged edges that would exchange our essence for function.
Are we nothing but the pieces we craft, the spreadsheets we tally? Are we only the hours we clock?
When we raise our hands to the light do our fragile bones appear pale and translucent?
We wander like nomads without a tribe, banished to a strange and distant land - exiled from our once inquisitorial selves.
Do you see that distant light? It calls us to elevate the blinds of our forgotten dreams.
Its haze obscures the blazenness. Which brightens with each forward step. Go ahead, approach if you dare.
Behind that veil stands “Redemption” who waits patiently for us in the form of an oracle who coolly whispers,
“Welcome back, my name is Hope.”
This poem is a homage to the French philosopher and playwrite. Gabriel Marcel.