THE JOY OF HOPE

In the valley where shadows meet

You will find her seated, weeping in discreet

As silent as a cemetery she weeps on, wondering how her future will be

From dawn to dusk she awaits the arrival of Hope….

Hope, she imagines is a beautiful robe, adorned with diamonds and glittering gold

Which she imagines, can cover her shame with dignity

Which she imagines, can cover her sorrow with joy, and her past with a better tomorrow

As she waits, the fear of Hope never showing up cripples her soul

With the little amount of energy she has left, she dares to look UP and lo! She beholds a sight!

Oh! How sweet and bright the sight

The sight of the first sign of Hope, which had been hovering above

Waiting for the day she will forget her sorrow

Waiting for the day she will forget her disgrace

Waiting for the day she will lift her head up to embrace the hope that Hope brings

As Hope descends into her, she encounters the glory of the One and Only

Then she remembers that Christ in her is the Hope of Glory!

And there Hope had been all along….

She wipes her tears and weeps no more

She climbs herself to the mountain top

No matter the danger she embraces her future

With Hope as her companion she defies the laws of nature

She soars up to a ground higher, and declares with her voice louder: “I AM BETTER! I was in the valley, and I nearly drowned in my sorrow as you can see clearly,

But here I am living, embracing my future gladly

Oh! The joy that Hope brings is one you cannot afford to miss!”