It is strange
how our feelings are often beyond our control. Naturally, we cannot help but
feel angry when we are offended or see injustice; we cannot help but feel
sadness when we are hurt, or the people around us are; we cannot help but feel
joy when something goes right for us or for people we care for. I believe this
is true for most of us – unless we put in great amounts of effort to suppress
our emotions.
I am currently feeling
somewhat sentimental. Being back in Durham has been great – I have managed to
catch up with a few friends, but I am also aware that for a few people I said goodbye
to three months ago, our paths may never cross. And at the back of my mind,
there is that one person – that I am hoping beyond hope – I would not have to
say a permanent goodbye come June next year.
My rational mind
cannot convince my feelings to halt its descent into self-destructing
infatuation. So in a light-hearted spirit of hopelessness, here’s a poem I would
like to share about ‘the one that got away.’ This poem is written by W.B.
Yeats. It is pretty straightforward, except for the identity of ‘Love’ and the ‘he’
in the final stanza.
But this is not
an essay, it is an avenue to articulate the various threads of thoughts which entangle
my mind. So here’s the poem:
When you are old
and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by
the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read,
and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had
once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved
your moments of glad grace,
And loved your
beauty with love false or true,
But one man
loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the
sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down
beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little
sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon
the mountains overhead
And hid his face
amid a crowd of stars.
What should I do
now then? Definitely not wallow in the self-constructed prison of my feelings. I
believe the gospel has power to save and redeem every part of us – including these
emotions. I have not figured out how to deal with this issue, I readily admit I
am lost. However, I am sure that I need not despair, I will trust in my saviour
as he leads me day by day to face the evil without, and the darkness within.
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