War darkens the world more than the length of days violence, gun shots, fear and hatred echo through our streets promising only more of the same It’s easy to lose hope when every day the weight of worry grows heavier and heavier still To escape all of this I walk my dog – in the woods, along the river, on the trails, or on the streets of my neighborhood where the sidewalks end I pay attention to the hawks, the eagles, the deer, the fox and the owl while my dog keeps track of every squirrel and rabbit without fail Everyone once in a while awe and beauty ignite hope Then comes December and the street lights up – one house at a time, more each night The simple electric candles in windows and dainty white lights on railings right next to the inflatable elves and Santas, helicopters and mini vans (Santa-driven, of course) – sometimes all in the same yard with the old-school plastic figures from Santa and snowmen to the Holy Family with a too white baby in the manger too soon surrounded by plastic sheep and camels with no lights, shepherds, choirs of angels, and gift-bearing kings with paint missing in patches and sometimes a star that’s definitely seen better days Down the road are the giant bulbs in rainbow colors (the improper order a bit jarring) next to lights that drip from gutters and snowflakes projected on the siding, swirling next to blinking over-sided ornaments Then there’s the house with all the lights in all the colors blinking, twinkling, sparkling, dripping, fading one into another – a true cacophony of light We walk by them all, the dog and I, these simple and fantastic, sacred and silly – silent signals that all hope is not lost Darkness interrupted by chaotic lights, disjointed décor from one house to another boldly proclaims the Light the Light that shines through all things in every color, every shape, every rhythm no matter how chaotic – not just for December nights, not just for Christmas this year or next These holiday lights – no matter how old, or how garish - are pleasant, perhaps joyful, reminders that Hope shines on and on even when the days are short and humans hold their weapons closer than their neighbors
Hope Re-Awakens a Poem for Advent 1B
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This is really moving. I think you’re generous to share it publicly! 🙂
Thanks. I think only a few people will see it because that’s the way things seem to go these days.
You can check the metrics inside your dashboard, right? There’s always the folks who google and… well, use your free resources. lol