Lyrical Thursdays: Hope

A few weeks ago, I was feeling really frustrated with life.  Just life in general - how things often don't turn out the way you think they will and how it's so hard to be patient and see how things are going to end up.  I was talking to my mother about this, and she offered me words of comfort and then paused and recited a poem to me from memory (clearly I come by my love of poetry naturally).

The poem was "'Hope' Is the Things With Feathers" by Emily Dickinson, and it brought me the comfort I needed.  I used my PhotoShop skills to create a nice copy of the poem which now hangs next to my bed to remind me to have hope, and that hope can give so much without expecting anything in return.  I love the comfort a well-organized group of words can bring!

"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.