Hope

I read a poem called "Hope" by Emily Dickinson.   She writes about hope using the metaphor of feathers, feathers give hope to a bird by letting it fly.  If we can not fly, we are literally stuck on the ground and cannot reach for our life goals.  When she says it perches on our soul, I think it means that everyone has hope deep down.  It sings without words because we are not hopeful about the same thing all of our lives, but hopeful about different things at different time.  Hope never stops.  You are always going to have something bad happen, life is not perfect, there will be storms that take away our hope for awhile.  Hope is a gift to us all, it never asks anything from us.  We just must let it have wings.  

Hope      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.

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