Advent Hope - Day 11

A guest post with a poem written by Heather Kellerhals of St Peter's Church, Campbell River

Poem

Advent Through the Ages

        Pale afternoons, drifting into darkness,
        Summer sunshine now long forgotten.
        A last leaf loses its hold and falls,
        Each living creature lying low.
        Harvest is scanty – enough for all
        To feed elders and children alike?
        What lies ahead, no one knows –
        Perhaps the gods do, if they even care?
        Silent and suspended in hope we endure
        Waiting as always for a coming – any coming?
        And then as is our wont we celebrate.
        But harken, rumors speak of a different coming,
        Not boisterous, no Dionysian revels this time.
        Rather a humble figure – bending down, a washing of feet.
        There is a time for gloom, a time to look back,
        A time to tread forward now in Hope for the New Year.

Scripture

For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.  Romans 8.24-25