December 17th, 2008
Your Turn: Hope
My good friend Becca reminded me last week of Emily Dickinson’s poem about HOPE:
Hope
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.
As we finish out the month of December, we come to Solstice, Chanukah, Christmas, Yule, Kwanzaa, and finally, the celebration of the end of one year, and the beginning of a new one, and I am reminded that each time we reset the calander, we get to start over, in some things at least.
Whatever December holiday is observed in your home, there’s a good chance you’re observing SOMETHING, so this week, I’m throwing it over to you early.
Your Turn:What do you hope for?
