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.


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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.

Emily Dickinson