[nearly]Wordless Wednesday

"Let it be told to the future world . . . that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive . . . that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet it." Thomas Paine

. . .In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,

any thing can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp. . .

Elizabeth Alexander

Hope has a new face

Today marks forty years since I left high school and the hope I had joyfully clung to for a new time in American politics was misplaced when Bobby Kennedy was killed shortly after giving a victory speech to celebrate his win in the California primary election in another June. So, in my constant but not very successful effort to not live in the past, that was then, this is now. In his eulogy on his brother, Senator Edward Kennedy said,

My brother need not be idealized, or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life,
to be remembered simply as a good and decent man,
who saw wrong and tried to right it,
saw suffering and tried to heal it,
saw war and tried to stop it.
Those of us who loved him, and who take him to his rest today,
pray that what he was to us and what he wished for others
will someday come to pass for all the world.

Take a couple of minutes to see a new face of hope here.