Hope is the thing with feathers...

Hope is a word that we use all the time.  "I hope I get a good parking space", "I hope it doesn't rain", "I hope these cookies are tasty".  It wasn't until I really needed to live with hope that understood that true meaning of hope.  Hope is believing in something that may seem unbelievable. Hope is crying uncontrollably because you don't know what else to do, but at some point smiling again.  Hope is living with the fear but not allowing the fear to take over you.  Hope is knowing that things will change, eventually.  

 

Hope 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.

This poem by Emily Dickinson speaks to me.  Amazingly, I only recently read the entire poem.  I had only ever heard the first couple of lines, and although I find meaning in those, the whole poem means so much more.  Take some time with it.  Read it. Read it again.  What does it mean to you and your world?