Monday, March 16, 2009

Hope is a thing with feathers


Image bu Ryan at jitZyl
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 Dickenson


Hope is something of a necessity, even more so on gloomy days. The photo above is a back lighted picture of turkey feathers! I would not have first thought that a picture of turkey feathers would evoke such a feeling of hope. That's hope for you, surprising us where it happens to show up.
Peace.

2 comments:

Mel said...

Brilliant!

:-)

Sybil said...

I love that thought about Hope! It has comforted and inspired me a number of times!