Hope might not be so audacious…
by Barbara Maria Rathbone
Thanks to Sarah for reminding me of these beautiful words today – they always sing true. The U.S. President and myself almost share a birthday – we are both Leos with Aquarius rising, and I find it interesting how he titled his political biography/treatise ‘The Audacity of Hope’. It need not be audacious Mr President – it is just right.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.