Image bu Ryan at jitZyl
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.
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.