Hope of loving

THE HOPE OF LOVING

by: Meister Eckhart
Transl. Daniel Ladinksky

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

The hope that we all will find that one person to illuminate the dark parts of our lives is present in this poem. We all hope to love someone, and be given that same emotion in return. Hope and love are inseparable, as are the moon and the sun.