advent journal: snap shot


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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