Hope: Dispelling Rumors
Letters from Light, Advent Poems
Two years ago for Advent here at Wednesdays at the Well, I wrote letters to the Lights. Hello Hope. Hey Peace. Greetings Joy. Oh Love. Dear Beloved. (If you’d like to read or re-read these letters simply click the title.)
Each week’s reflection was a personal letter, where I shared my thoughts, curiosities, and wonders with these Lights I have known all my life, but never fully understood. Since my experience of leaving the church, the pull to engage these Lights has only strengthened. What is it about them?
This Advent, I’m offering something similar, yet different. Instead of writing to the Lights, I’m listening and sharing messages from them.
Incorporating what I have learned from my training with The Good Listening Project, these poems are born from time spent listening deeply with suspended judgement, open eyes, and an inquisitive heart to the Lights.
I am genuinely excited to share these new poems. Trusting they will inspire and challenge you in your reading as they have me in my creative process.
Today, we begin with HOPE.
I simply invite you to listen as you watch the video and read the words below.
And then begin reflecting…
What have you heard from HOPE?
When, where, and how will you make space for listening to HOPE in the coming week?
Hope-fully Yours,
Rebecca & 10CAMELS
Hope: Dispelling Rumors
©Rebecca Wilson, December 2025
rumor has it
I am fragile
that I cannot handle reality
that you need handle me with caution
carefully, protect me
because I break so easily
simplistic, weak, naive
yes, I am the thing with feathers
perching on your soul
I am also the fire upon your shoulders
kindled want becoming whole
I am water
guiding from the womb
I am light
revealing empty tombs
I am power
propelling the journey between
these book-ended rooms
where babies feast on nurturing breasts
young prophets discover wisdom of sacred texts
where empires fall
elders find rest
I do not require your cover
for I am the shelter
the possible
the promise
dreams you dare to vision
new worlds you imagine
longings you brave to believe
joys you celebrate
wounds you tend
sorrows you grieve
pains you hold
stories you heal
the future you fear
the prayers you breathe
the courage you sing
the songs you compose
the seeds you pull
the weeds that grow
the eyes in the mirror
the pulse just low enough to hear
when open hearts deeply listen
I am the surviving ancestor of innocence
the laughter of children
cries of strangers
truth telling in crowds of danger
shadows and stars
suns and moons
rising and setting
your remembering and your forgetting
resisting, rebelling
humanly shakable
divinely unbreakable
with you always and ever
no way and never
I am the burning wick
the wax
beautiful, messy
purposefully, chaotically
binding all things together
There are still seats available for the Advent Poetry show with my poet friend Trent Clifford and I next Tuesday, December 9th on Zoom. Tickets are free, click here to register through Eventbrite.





Powerful! I like the idea of listening to the LIghts. Listening. Thank you.
“Humanly shakeable, divinely unbreakable”. Thank you for these words of hope, so needed for our world (and for me) in these dark days of winter.