On Life

Wow it has been some time since I have made an entry! Between technological issues and getting adjusted to a new baby in the family I have not had the opportunity to write. I wanted to take this chance to share with you some of my thoughts concerning my recent work as a chaplain for the oncology unit at a local hospital. Working as a chaplain resident had its joys and its great struggles. I was reflecting one day on my own theology of hope. There were some days that without a theology of hope I would have drowned in despair. Hope is a delicate thing it can be harmful and yet it can also be a powerful healing force. In many ways it is mysterious. After one of my chaotic days I sat down and wrote a few words about this powerful force. Below is my poem entitled "Hope."

Hope

They told me you were dead.
They told me you had left us
They told me you were never real

They told me I like fairy tales
They told me I am a fool
They told me I should stop believing in you

I say no, perhaps you still dwell among us quietly.
I say no, perhaps you never die even in the darkest night
I say no, perhaps you prove yourself in the break of each morning’s light

Sometimes fairy tales do come true
Sometimes the fools confound the wise
Sometimes the most real things can never be seen

You need no invitation
You need no explanation
You are Hope and I believe in you.