written for prison, but it’s too abstract to use with the men in the unit i’m in on thursday…
We live in a world where hope is dangerous
and where waiting is painful
where too many pregnancies end with stillbirth
and every promise seems fated with despair.
If the prison were to hang Christmas lights
in the dark corners of its life
they’d be shaped in the words
and ‘not this!’
We know it’s better to have no hope than false hope,
so this Christmas, God,
may we ask of you nothing you cannot do:
give us courage to wait in the darkest places,
and hold faith for us that love might be born there again.