Thursday, December 26, 2013

Enjoying a Present Hope

I really like the 26th of December.  All that has had to be done for Christmas is done.  Stockings are emptied, the gift wrap has been cleared, and resting is a fine thing to do.  The new year will come soon enough.  Christmas may never be what we think it should or ought to be, but that may be a good thing.  We can be happy with close enough.  We can still hope.  There was one perfect moment on my Christmas day.  My husband and son were rooting around in my grandparents' old barn; and, while I waited, I watched the setting sun turn a lovely deep rose behind the farmhouse and the hills beyond.  The past, present, and future came together in sweet harmony and ever so quietly hope whispered.
Whispering Hope - Hayley Westenra
Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.


Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

If, in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day.


Hope, as an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul,
Whither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then, O come, glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary heart;
Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,
Never, O never depart.


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