Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Definition of Hope
to the woman on the street-
smoking the dying embers of a cigarette
looking for the smallest trace of warmth...
to the downtown shoppers, with designer names and dreams, carrying all the anxiety of deadlines, of schedules,and of coming up short..
to the husband, looking into blue eyes of a best friend who doesn't remember.
Doesn't remember the date, doesn't remember watercolor paints,and doesn't remember the names of their children...
to the broken families, staring at where they would sit if they ever chose to come- meals divided over broken trust and broken hearts...
to the older brother and his sleeping sister,her white hands on white sheets, exhausted with the fight...
to the children singing with their bells, rosy cheeked and bright eyed, not knowing of the corrupt times in which they ring...
to the foreigner, miles away from his family, and worlds away from knowing his true Home...
to the doctor, silently bearing the grief and stoically bridging the void for three years since his passing, fighting back tears as she lays out the gifts alone...
to the soldier over seas, making the honorable commitment of a man while still being very much a boy...
to his mother and the loss of which she does not yet know.
to the career woman, alone on her catalog living room floor, with her catalog wine glass, and her catalog sweater, weeping over the things she cannot buy...
to the Honduran people. to the fatherless families crowding into their one room homes for one meal, wishing for one thing...
to all the weary travelers.
to all the broken vessels.
to all the empty hearts.
GOD WITH US.
the darkness does not win,
nor does it understand,
how in the midst of so much sadness
true Light has entered in.
*photograph by Beth Hedy Adams
Posted by Jekisa Jean at 8:07 PM