The Tempest Tossed

This is a post written almost one year ago. Not a lot has changed. Today is the election and tomorrow we may be on a new path. That path is up to us, each of us, every day. Even when our votes have been cast and the count is complete, our choices as people toward other people will without doubt be the end result.


file000320496324 The Statue of Liberty on Ellis Island, one of the world’s most recognizable landmarks. A gift from France to the USA to celebrate the bond between their two nations. The statue has welcomed immigrants arriving to America for over 100 years.

New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

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…

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