When Jesus became aware of this, he departed. Many crowds followed him, and he cured all of them, and he ordered them not to make him known. This was to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet Isaiah:
“Here is my servant, whom I have chosen,
my beloved, with whom my soul is well pleased.
I will put my Spirit upon him,
and he will proclaim justice to the Gentiles.
He will not wrangle or cry aloud,
nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets.
He will not break a bruised reed
or quench a smoldering wick
until he brings justice to victory.
And in his name the Gentiles will hope. Matthew 12:15-21
A small break in the ominous clouds
a simple gesture of welcome or care
a moment in time when the fog lifts
it is then we find our hope again.
Unlike wisdom she is very fickle
this hope plays hide and seek with our hearts
we bend and wail in our dark hours
but we shall never hope in vain.
Despite the dense and cruel clouds
there is sun behind blazing for us
despite the loneliness and fear in us
there are throngs of companions on our way.
Our hope may flag in blue deep loss
hope may whither in us from the cold
there is a fire of love that burns to warm
restoring even the most broken among us.