Hope

So a dear, old friend, who recently lost a sibling,
shared a post she'd written years ago and
there were a few words that immediately caught my attention.
They were weighing on me ever since, until I had a moment,
and then ...

Hope

by Lyn Marinello

The Christmas lights are twinkling

but I'm struggling to cope

Adrift in a sea of festive faces

I seem to have misplaced my hope

The carolers are singing

I trudge along mired in mope

I cannot shake the worldly weight

I've truly disconnected from my hope

The skaters jump and twirl

The sledders race down every slope

And in the midst of this jubilance

I simply cannot find my hope

Off to church I went

my pant knees all thread bare

Head bowed, hands folded tightly

I was fervently in prayer

Jeremiah 29:11

His plans He did declare

I felt the tiniest of sparks

and continued in my prayer

Within the book of Romans

Instead of searching for what's fair

We rejoice within our sufferings

and are thankful in our prayer

All at once its brilliance came to me

Christ's unwavering love in full kaleidoscope

Seek not joy in tangible things

But in Jesus' Christmas gift of hope

I sure hope that the friend who inspired this,

not only sees it,

but understands I tried my best to capture your message.

Love you