Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune - without the words,
And never stops at all...
~ Emily Dickinson
Beautifully penned. Emily Dickinson was a very gifted poet, and she looked at the world with different eyes. This fragment of her poem, Hope, fell upon my ears for the first time this week, and I feel connected to it, somehow. Just words on a page, but they convey meaning. Together, they describe hope. And so this week, I am holding onto hope. My soul is singing, and I pray that the song never stops.
