Hope is the thing With Feathers
Happy Poetry Saturday. Today’s poem is an Emily Dickinson classic.
Hope is the thing with Feathers
By Emily Dickinson
‘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.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
TTFN and God Bless and Keep you