Hope: An Advent Poem
Emily said that "hope is a thing with feathers"
But we proclaim that hope came long ago in a stable
And that he is coming again to reign.
But that doesn't make hoping - the verb - an easier.
Some days, hope is hard.
When it seems like the world is crumbling around us
When the bills mount up and the car won't start
When we are sick or the kids or sick
Hope is hard to come by.
But that's the thing of Advent is it not?
Hope isn't something we just come by.
It's not something that we stumble upon.
It's something that we need to choose.
Choose even when it's hard.
Choose even when it doesn't make sense.
We are the people who choose hope.
The hope the world needs.
The hope we need.
So this Advent season, we slow down
And intentionally
Choose hope.
Again, and again, and again.
Until Jesus comes again.
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