Relief

There is a struggle in the life that we live,

A struggle to find something with substance,

Amidst all the things that are not real,

To grasp hold of something good,

Good meaning the way God intended it,

When our faith is challenged,

And we come to find that shooting stars are merely particles burning up in the atmosphere,

Not spectacular supernovas traversing the night sky,

When Santa Claus can't make the drive because of business,

So the cookies and milk are left uneaten,

And a void is left in the children that cared not for presents but only wanted presence. 

Hope is fleeting even when it can be found,

But Joy, no that is something different entirely,

Joy is eternal,

It is there amidst the summits and pitfalls,

And Christ, well, He is there too,

With healed hands and a welcome heart,

To a new earth,

Where Hope so contentedly resides.