Christmas is not far off in the distance.
I can see it.
In the houses illuminated with lights.
Outlining every bit
of their existence.
In the evergreen.
Standing tall yet swaying,
when the snow weighs upon it’s branches.
In the cardinals.
As they magically appear,
and then are gone again.
Belief that what can not be seen
is greater than anything that can.
Week 45. Symbols of hope.
This Christmas I got to thinking about symbols, but not the images we normally associate with Christmas, the symbols you can’t see. The things that remind me of what I feel inside during this season. One word that comes to mind is “hope”. Hope is believing that there will always be lightness somewhere, even in the darkest of times. Hope is seeing the beauty in small everyday things. Hope is like a tiny little gift. Not the kind we plan for on December 25th but the kind that shows up when you least expect it. Just when you think you’re too tired to keep looking for it, somehow, it’s there, right where you left it.