In Others' Words    

 

The Gates of Hope

 

Our mission is to plant ourselves

          at the gates of Hope --

Not the prudent gates of Optimism,

Which are somewhat narrower.

Not the stalwart, boring gates of

          Common Sense;

Nor the strident gates of

          Self Righteousness,

Which creak on shrill and angry hinges

(People cannot hear us there;

          they cannot pass through)

Nor the cheerful, flimsy garden gate of

"Everything is gonna' be all right."

But a different, sometimes lonely place,

The place of truth-telling,

About your own soul first of all

          and its condition.

The place of resistance and defiance,

The piece of ground

          from which you see the world

Both as it is and as it could be

As it will be; The place from which

         you glimpse not only struggle,

But the joy of the struggle.

And we stand there,

          beckoning and calling,

Telling people what we are seeing

Asking people what they see.

—Victoria Safford, Minister, White Bear Unitarian Universalist Church, Mahtomedi, MN

 


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 Never lose hope, my

dear heart. Miracles dwell in the invisible. 

—Rumi

 


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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 Dickenson

 


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New seed

is faithful.

It roots deepest

in the places

that are

most empty.

— Clarissa Pinkola Estes

     “The Ultimate Faith”

 

 

 

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