Tuesday, March 10


"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 (1830-1886)

I've been reading and writing poetry for years. This poem is one of my favorites. Perhaps I'll share some of mine later, but for today I'm content to read again the inspirational words of a lovely lady from long ago...

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