"I have no name:
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!
~ William Blake
I heard a preacher say that hope is a revolutionary practice . . . hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up. . .