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.

Emily Dickinson

A brand new year!

A clean slate on which to write

our hopes and dreams.

This year:

Less time and energy on things;

More time and energy on people.

All of life's best rewards,

deepest and finest feelings,

greatest satisfactions,

come from people-

people like you.

Happy New Year!

by Joanna Fuchs