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What is it about hope and birds?
I’ve had a complicated relationship with Hope. I’ve even joked that h-o-p-e is a four-letter word. But Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Darkling Thrush” changed me. This poem read me … showed me that to steep in both is, for me, a Hope-filled act.
I now listen for the caroling of this darkling thrush. Because where there is Hope, there will be feathers.
There will be poetry.
There will be life.