Today is rather anti-climatic, as most settle into a nice case of post-Christmas depression, while a Godless world & the "Anti-Currier & Ives" pummels us into mundane submission. Can we even remember all the gifts we gave...let alone received? How many calories we consumed? and how many more calories as the week spirals into the end of the year and we promise ourselves a new beginning and a steely resolve to make this next year a better one? But most wont, they've already given up and given in. But why give up so early? Should we shuffle along & surrender, punching the time-clock of mediocrity so benign? Should each day bring the same dreary eyed pessimism that dogged the forgotten shadows that passed before us? Has our culture so hypnotized us to believe that promise and hope belong only to the young and fortunate? Or, Can we be so bold as to believe that wisdom, experience and faith can still forge a future for those that time has forgotten? Can a new day dawn for the millions of tattered souls and broken hearted? For the left-overs, the down-trodden, the dreamless, the symmetrically challenged? For the poets, the preachers, the visionaries, the dreamers?
I Shout a resounding YES! Hope is the fuel that cooks in our veins, that bubbles into joy, that bursts the shackles of despair and takes flight. Soaring upon the heights of impossibility and human reason.