We have an election in less than two weeks and I can’t help but pause and wonder what meaning it holds for my life and the happiness of those who are near and dear to me.
“How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn’t care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears —
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity”
This short poem by Emily Dickinson is one that could be so easily embraced by any of us to conceive of a life free from stress and a world full of hope where the transitory evil and foolishness of man does not appear to threaten the mortal grace that is left to each of us. We need to be freed from fear and discover the wisdom that can be found in individual weakness. Perfection is an aspiration that none of us possess but we can all strive to be better in an imperfect world. My prayer and hope for November 6th as we exercise our franchise that we search our hearts for individuals in all their humility desire a world that is better that what we had yesterday and is full of hope for tomorrow.
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