Hope is the thing....
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. ~By Emily Dickinson
I like to imagine birds singing as encouragement
for every person who will listen. Have you ever noticed what birds do when a storm blows through? They take cover, or face it, or cling to something in the wind, but they don't give up their music. After the storm—birds return to their hopeful song.
Hope is a gift—a tiny flame created in the soul of every person.
If hope is your transportation, where would you travel?
Source for: "Hope" is the thing with feathers http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/emily_dickinson/poems/5346
Comments
Beautifully written and so true. After a long, cold winter here, there is nothing as glorious as the sound of a bird singing in the first glimpses of Spring.
Mason
Thoughts in Progress
CD
Little Miz Lilac, Winter depresses me. The singing birds are the first thing that gives me hope that winter is passing.
Jules, Welcome! Come back soon.
Mason, It is spooky when a storm is a brewing here and the birds take a break from their singing.
Clarissa, Life beats. What I have found is that the beating of life may in fact destroy dreams or at least make them fuzzy. Listen to the hope inside. :)
She gave us much beauty in her words.
Hope will take me where He leads me.
Take care & God bless!
Thanks for sharing it!
Hope you have a sweet day!
Big hugs,
B xx
Have a wonderfully blessed Wednesday :o)
This is the time where I like the verse, "Be Still, and know that I'm God."
Cold As Heaven
~ Wendy
Some days I'd fly to China.
Others I'd just fly right back to bed.
It's all good. :-)