Hope

Hi, just a quick post to share a poem about Hope that I wrote for Advent Sunday.

Isn’t it naive to have hope
When the world is falling apart?
Isn’t it wishful thinking to still hope
After the tragedy I’ve suffered in my life?

But what’s the alternative?
Hopelessness doesn’t sound very me
And it’s not exactly tempting
As an approach to life
Even if it would be more realistic

I will hold on to hope
Lovingly, for hope is precious
Delicately, so it doesn’t break
Even desperately at times
When I feel I have nothing else to cling to

But always defiantly
For hope is an act of rebellion
When despair would be
The easier path to choose