Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Waiting is Hoping

An Advent Poem

stephanie and thanksgiving 180

Groping fingers

fumbling heart

in words and worlds

learned yet

have become

mine.

Espera.  Wait.

 

Beating clear

hears

and knows

what is

there.

Espera.

 

Stumbling steps

clumsy clouded

search deeper

yet for the

ringing running

Esperanza.  Hope.

 

Muttering 

journey through

what is

unknown

until finds

rest in

Esperanza.

 

Is this it?

Waiting is

Hoping.

Esperar es

Esperanza.

 

Beyond words

you speak.

Te Espero

Mi Esperanza.

AWA 11/30/2010

“The people walking in darkness
   have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
   a light has dawned.”

~Isaiah 9:2

For One Stop Poetry’s

One Shot Wednesday

and

Imperfect Prose[3]

If coming from Emily’s I write about how Advent makes me ask

Do I Believe He is Coming?…do you?


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