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.

What a beautiful and inspiring poem, the most excellent way to see the end of 2009 and the very beginning of a new hope for 2010. I also like the way that the graffiti image above is a play on words—twisting a very negative sounding expression into a positive action. Let’s work together and help each other to make this year the best… To all a Happy New Year 2010!