A Thing With Feathers


“Hope” is the thing with feathers

“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

Having hope allows us to fly above our present circumstances to a new beginning. Hope rests deep within our soul. It is always present and all we have to do is call upon it. When we do we will rise above any storm. And yet if you remain in the storm with anger and negativity, defeat is sure to come. NO MATTER WHAT you are experiencing hope can see you through, if you but choose. Hope is a free and ever-present gift.

Will you choose hope today?


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