Saturday, April 9, 2011

Weekend Reflection: Hope

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

Whatever storm life brings, hope sings on asking nothing in return. Hope's sweet melody gives us courage and strength, emboldening us to go forth in the face of great difficulty. It is the ultimate grace, available to anyone willing to embrace it.

Dare to hope.

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