“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.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers — by Emily Dickinson
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Re: “Hope” is the thing with feathers — by Emily Dickinson
Welles,
So light and beautiful!
Kim
So light and beautiful!
Kim
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Re: “Hope” is the thing with feathers — by Emily Dickinson
I just love Emily Dickinson! ... and that one encourages me to make a friend of sweet hope again.
Thank you Welles...
Is everything okay fire-wise in your area. You have been on my mind lately when I saw fires in the vicinity of Santa Barbara.
love,
Sandy
Thank you Welles...
Is everything okay fire-wise in your area. You have been on my mind lately when I saw fires in the vicinity of Santa Barbara.
love,
Sandy
“We measure and evaluate your Spiritual Progress on the Wall of Eternity." – Guardian of Destiny, Alverana.