“Cause the sun always sets
The moon always falls
It feels like the end
Just pay no mind at all
Life must go on
It must go on”
Hope is the modulating sense of holding on in mourning the pain of the past and picturing the joy of the immanent future. But in most cases the mundane life on earth gives a sense that life is just a cycle of things going around and coming around. But sometimes this sense of cycle can open up to see that somethings can be seen in the mundane cycle.
If there is such a thing as the setting of the sun there is a good sense of hope that darkness will end and the rising sun will be up again. Life gets moving and does not stop. The cycle of mundane clarity brings us a sense of hope. If there is such a thing as the mourning of the passing of a loved one, there is another sense of truth in the joy of rejoicing in the birth of a new born. If there is such a thing as tears bringing a bitter reality to a hope gone sour, there is also a realization that some tears that talk about a compounding joy welling up in its present state.
Hope is a sense deeply ingrained in us all even when we least expect it to be. Hope knows the details of the grim reality that we are living in but knowing that the grim reality that we are living in will somehow be swallowed by a promise well set as an anchor. A done reality set in historical setting by the work of Jesus. His life and death speaks of a sense that a form of hope has died which speaks of how limited we are in having our own form of hope. His resurrection forms a basis, a foundation, a promise that when all human hope is lost and shattered by the wounds of death, life will triumph. Hope that has triumph in that distant historical past and will break through for the present to realize and for the future once more to be realized.