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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