Greetings my lovely Bloginistas!
I have felt a bit overwhelmed and depressed today (not the LEAST bit unusual for me, Cancerian that I am 😉 ) and when I need a boost, I read this poem. I “hope” (no pun intended) that it brings you the same feelings!
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
“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.