Hope

 Christmas lights blind me as I walk down the street

Don't feel like Christmas

Not with my toyshop, my little business shut down

Picking up cans of soup and beans and bags of fruit was the task of the day

Now I walk

Craving beer

Afraid once I start I wont stop

Of course I can't afford the stuff no how

So I walk

Walked till my legs bout gave out

Needing rest, I followed a man inside a church

The interior painted my soul, dark

Turns out the man I followed was a priest

"God be with you, my son"

"God ain't with me, lost everything this year. Can't even afford food."

"Yes, hard times are upon us, but Our Lord weeps with us."

He lit a purple candle on the alter

"People rarely come to church, I fear this place may shut down."

Together we shed a tear

His agony and mine weren't too different

"That candle I lit represents hope. People out there are celebrating consumerism, not Christmas. In hear we are awaiting the birth of Christ."

Hope