Archive for the ‘Hope’ Tag
Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
“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
Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
Don’t lose hope
spring is on its way
look, and you will see
the signs everywhere.
— kenne
Male Cardinal in Sabino Canyon, An Early Sign of Spring — Images by kenne
The Freeman
‘
Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.’
A VAGABOND between the East and West,
Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;
I fear no terror any man may bring,
Nor any god.
The clankless chains that bound me I have rent,
No more a slave to Hope I cringe or cry;
Captives to Fate men rear their prison walls,
But free am I.
I tread where arrows press upon my path,
I smile to see the danger and the dart;
My breast is bared to meet the slings of Hate,
But not my heart.
I face the thunder and I face the rain,
I lift my head, defiance far I fling, —
My feet are set, I face the autumn as
I face the spring.
Around me on the battlefields of life,
I see men fight and fail and crouch in prayer;
Aloft I stand unfettered, for I know
The freedom of despair.
— Ellen Glasgow
Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Hope is the thing with feathers—
that perches in the soul—
and sings the tune without the words—
and never stops—at all—
— Emily Dickinson
Photo-Artistry by kenne
During times like these,
It’s easy to be a pessimist.
But at the end of the day,
I still cling to that thing
Into which I was born:
Hope.
— kenne
Image by kenne
The Tree of Forgiveness
sun setting beyond
the shoulders of
mountain gods
ducks swimming
in shadows of
togetherness
two aging souls
musing
dark nights past
sensing
a perceptual edge
in the present
voices grow louder
alongside
sounds of future’s
silence
standing beneath
the tree of
forgiveness
where the gods
take pity
revealing hope
without retreat
— kenne
“Hope Coming To Texas” — Image by kenne from Kate’s iPhone
After several years in Ft. Collins, Katie, Nicholas and Matt are moving back to Texas — San Antonio, specifically.
Windmills of Hope
Arriving in Texas
where pickups are still king
Yellow buses grazing
under a cotton-ball sky
Extreme traffic on the right
sensible on the left
Just remember
I ain’t your dude
You can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card
Make it a beer or two
at the old saloon
Times are different
so continue lying to me
— kenne
Image by Katie Turner Bailey
“You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round . . . . . The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours . . . . Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
— Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man, 1863-1950
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Image by Katie Turner Bailey
“You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round . . . . . The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours . . . . Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
— Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man, 1863-1950
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