"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love" 1 Corinthians 13
I'm imagining Hope as an actor, standing onstage giving a soliloquy. It's a soliloquy about Love. Love is the thing which Hope lives for, its very greatest desire. Hope's words pour from its lips: sweet, fragrant, millifluous.
Also on the stage is Faith, but Faith is invisible - a tangible presence, but one that cannot be discerned with the naked eye. Some other faculty (perhaps Faith itself) is needed to perceive it. So Faith is with Hope, but it is Hope who speaks, standing in the spotlight, speaking about the endless possibilities, the undying dance of Love.
As Hope speaks on, longing and wishing and praying for the delights of Love, two figures enter the stage. They glide to the front of the stage, and gradually pass by the figure of Hope to stand naked in full view of those assembled in the semi-darkness.
The figures embrace.
And Hope smiles, bows ever so slightly, not to the audience, but to the unseen spectator.
It quietly leaves the stage to the lovers, departing unnoticed and unmissed.
Which is just as it should be.
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