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The Advent of Hope

The Advent of Hope

It is "the Thing with Feathers"...

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A gallery of 3 pictures of birds. First, black and white Kingfisher soaring with wings extended surrounded by pale blue sky. Second, a grey Mourning Dove and a Cardinal sitting together on the edge of a birdbath amongst purple spike-like flower blossoms. Third, a black and yellow Oriole balancing on a concave black rod iron circle with its beak fully in the mouth of its offspring. The juvenile has a grayish body and white markings on its wings.A gallery of 3 pictures of birds. First, black and white Kingfisher soaring with wings extended surrounded by pale blue sky. Second, a grey Mourning Dove and a Cardinal sitting together on the edge of a birdbath amongst purple spike-like flower blossoms. Third, a black and yellow Oriole balancing on a concave black rod iron circle with its beak fully in the mouth of its offspring. The juvenile has a grayish body and white markings on its wings.A gallery of 3 pictures of birds. First, black and white Kingfisher soaring with wings extended surrounded by pale blue sky. Second, a grey Mourning Dove and a Cardinal sitting together on the edge of a birdbath amongst purple spike-like flower blossoms. Third, a black and yellow Oriole balancing on a concave black rod iron circle with its beak fully in the mouth of its offspring. The juvenile has a grayish body and white markings on its wings.
Kingfisher, Mourning Dove and Cardinal, and Oriole and juvenile doing their feathery things

The Advent of Hope

“Hope is the thing with feathers” 

that keeps lift

hearts adrift

in the worst of weathers.

Through gloomy days

or under suns blaze

it is hope to which

our lives need 

be tethered

It comes down

without crown from above 

First swaddled

then walking in love.

Emmanuel with us,

right here

Bright hope for all

upcoming years.

Always for you,

M.A. Hastings

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