• advent journal: snap shot

    by  • December 7, 2012 • hope, poetry • 0 Comments

    the rain has fallen all day
    like tears or whispers
    leaving outlines of parked
    cars and umbrellas
    the clouds cut the day short
    and darkness snuck in
    almost like an old friend
    who knows all the stories
    of promise and sadness
    and who knows how to sit
    next to you in silence
    ‘cause that’s what friends do
    as I turned toward home
    I could see our Christmas lights
    from way down the block
    shining in the mist and the dark
    little lighthouses of hope
    in a sea of grief and wonder




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