sihouette of the hope to come

Thinking about the Advent season and I came up with this--a picture and a poem of sorts.

hope wears thin stretched
between these promises
still resilient in its form
only a silhouette

prophets speak of one to come
but we-cocooned in darkness
accustomed to its shadows
stumbling in its treachery
are waiting
weary waiting

o long awaited one come
to quell the uprising of our sin
and steal our affection
so easliy given to idols

God has spoken
we have heard
surely He will come
He has promised
shame shall not be
the garment of His people

God has spoken
He will come
to fill with substance
that which is
a silhouette of the hope to come