Quoted is Emily Dickinson's wonderful poem, "HOPE is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the song without the words, and never stops at all."
Hope. I never understood hope, just like I never understood Grace. I think they go hand in hand. Along with Love and Faith. Emily describes it to a tee, with hope being that never-ending song deep inside. It's there even when we are not.
I know that song resonates to me in the darkest days, and when the sun rises I can hear again.
2 comments:
You sing it well with this design!
Our favorite bird that visits the garden!
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