My dog lives in perpetual hope
that we might go running
or throw the ball
or that food might come her way.
She looks at me
with her, “is it now?” eyes and
waits.
She waits
with patience (mostly)
and expectations
expressed
and yet unspoken;
with a trust that things will come
in time.
And she teaches me
with hope-filled
wonder
how to live
in Advent.
