“When all the flowers are gone,
We’ll paint them on the concrete.”
The Book says you built us in your Divine image.
Each one of us, an image of You.
And preinstalled in each beating heart
You placed this feature – hope.
It’s outrageous, this hope, ridiculous.
Foolishness in the glare of chaotic despair.
Still
Hope wells up, overflows, pours out.
And if we hope, ever, for anything,
We who are made in your image,
It follows that You hope too.
Outrageously, ridiculously, foolishly.
Your hope and our hope, our hope and Your hope.
Around and around and around. Forever, amen.
Rev. Jennifer Garrison Brownell is pastor at First Congregational UCC in Vancouver Washington. She is the author of the not-really-about-a-triathlon memoir Swim Ride Run Breathe: How I Lost a Triathlon and Caught My Breath and a contributor to There’s a Woman in the Pulpit. She sometimes writes for Stillspeaking Daily Devotionals.
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