Keep Looking for Hope
Janet Kuypers
9/16/19 , on Anne Bradstreet Day, the day the British
poet Anne Bradstreet passed way in 1672 (b. 1612)
When you are uprooted from everything you know,
sent to live in the opposite of everything you know,
times may seem too tumultuous, too taxing to take.
So what I would always do, no matter my workload,
was allow me this time, this space to write, to reflect.
My writing was published more where I once lived —
let me have that in my new home too, please, let me
tackle the challenges of my faith, as I now tackle my
struggles with the sufferings of life — and let me do this
with my pen. I now travel to stay with my husband,
for if ever two were one, then surely we.* I am blessed
when we are together, and when he supports me
beyond my taking care of our home, but also by him
supporting my writing. Because writing isn’t considered
an acceptable role for women, so men assume my goal
is rebelling against societal norms. A minister
may even say that publishing a book was outside
of the realm of what women were supposed to do,
but I am not interested in what society’s norms are.
My homesick imagination only led to developing this
inquiring mind and philosophical spirit. I cannot approve
of the stereotype that women are inferior to men;
we struggle, suffer, and grow strong beside any man,
and our sex is not void of reason**. So remember, while
I bear hardships, I still use my sarcastic, sardonic tone
to prove there is hope. You may not see it in my writing,
but keep looking for it, and hope — you’ll find it. Trust me.
* from her poem “to my Dear and Loving Husband”
** “Our sex is not void of reason”, from the Anne Bradstreet poem
“In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess Queen Elizabeth of Happy Memory”
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