Hope

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“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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.” ~Emily Dickinson

I’ve always loved this poem, and have come to appreciate more and more of Emily Dickinson’s poetry. Her writing is full of imagination, imagery, and amazing metaphors. That she likens hope to a bird, is beautiful… So simple, and yet so meaningful. For hope truly does “perch” or rest in my soul.

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