The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
—Georgia Douglas Johnson, 1916
Hope deferred makes the heart sick. (Proverbs 13:12) What thoughts and feelings does this poem stir up in you? Have you ever felt trapped or oppressed? Do you have shattered hopes and dreams lying around your feet? Leave a comment to share your insights on dealing with deferred hope.