HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all
Emily Dickinson knew all too well what it was to hope and gifted us with this understanding of what Hope looks like in us all.
When something takes up residence in your soul, it is there to stay and no amount of “forgetting” can make it go away. You see, Hope knows how to stir your soul like a bird fluttering its feathers and, even when you can’t recognize it, Hope remembers and sings the tune for you. The tune without the words…the hope without the memory…it never stops…at all.