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.

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