“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 rejuvenates weary bones, and gives endurance to tired lives …
Much love,
Tina
This is one of my most beloved poems. Thanks for sharing it – making me smile & sharing the journey.
We have many of the same tastes … in books, poems, in life – so it would seem. Blessings.
Tina
Emma and Lucas look so amazing here. What a wonderful capture of a special memory for you all…and I do love the poem, that is so fitting beneath it. beautiful faces, beautiful joy, beautiful hope!
They have weathered the change and grown in resilience in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Thank you for noticing!
And yes – the poem is lovely. Hope-filled.