Hope, an Advent Lament
Hope, an Advent Lament “Hope,” they say, in this, the first week of Advent, when despair takes the shape of a shawl. Heaviness hangs hard round my shoulders rounding my spine bending low my spirit. “Hope, huh?” Glad it doesn’t depend on me and my moods, which now is a weighted blanket of my community’s divisions stuffed with fear and pride and powerlessness and stubbornness, stitched together with hand picked verses. Hope...as I sit in the dark, wrapped in this melancholy mantel of longing for a season of rebirth. Hope is faith in the future, good thing it doesn’t depend on how I feel today.