This evening I was reading some of the poetry of Karol Wojtyła and came across a poem called “Hope Reaching Beyond the Limit.”
Take a look at these excerpted lines:
Hope rises in time
from all places subject to death—
hope is its counterweight.
The dying world unveils its life again
But death is the experience of the limit,
it has something of annihilation,
I use hope to detach my own self,
I must tear myself away
to stand above annihilation.
And then from all sides they call and will call out:
“You are mad, Paul, you are mad.” [Acts 26:24]
I wrestle with myself,
with so many others I wrestle for my hope.
We need to exercise our disposition to hope.
Looking forward to the future.
Seeing the possibility of new generations.
Delighting in the glorious unpredictability of human affairs.
Otherwise, the limits of this life can “annihilate” our spirit.
What do you do to stand beyond the limits?
What do you do to wrestle for your hope?