Tuesday, May 1, 2012

"The True Audacity of Hope"

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883
Yesterday our family had the pleasure to take a trip to New York to visit Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. We were celebrating my oldest son turning 11years old! I still can't accept that one. As we walk the grounds of the Statue I felt I need to really be thankful, that we live in a world of opportunity! Even if it may seem like there is no way- there is still hope.

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