“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
- Emily Dickinson
I love this poem.
It paints a beautiful picture of HOPE.
It gives us a visual that can't be easily erased from our minds.
The author, Emily Dickinson, gives HOPE such tangible qualities.
It just makes me want to reach out and touch it.
Weightless as a feather floating on the wind.
Carefree as a bird chirping its morning song.
Comforting as a hug given at just the right time.
Light to the dark places of our hearts.
Joy to the sadness that envelopes our souls.
Freedom to the thoughts held captive in our minds.
Emptiness with Overflow
Sadness with Laughter
Silence with Song
HOPE HAS A NAME....JESUS.
Only HOPE can take away the pain of yesterday.
Only HOPE can show you a way out of your pit.
Only HOPE can bring you relief and healing.