Hope

Hope is the thing

That pushes its head

through the earth,

Unfurling its pale green

For all to see.

It’s the expectation of blooms,

Unwinding from a tiny bud,

Blooms more vibrant and colorful

Than imagination.

Hope is the realization

that dead, shriveled things,

long buried in the ground,

Will one day rise again

to a glorious new world

with no more tears.

It’s the expectation of

that new world,

Far more glorious

than Spring.

It’s the realization that

Our Savior has risen from the dead

To wash away our sin,

To bring us abundant life,

And allow us to draw near to God.

Psalm 33: 20-22

“We wait in hope for the Lord;

he is our help and our shield.

In him our hearts rejoice,

for we trust in his holy name.

May your unfailing love be with us, Lord,

even as we put our hope in you.”

Thank you, Lord, for giving us hope in you.