2017 Day-By-Day

Day 170

One of my favorite poems for you today, especially since I’m trying to keep hope alive despite receiving some potentially bad news. It feels like all I’ve been doing this year is stoking the coals of hope and I’m tired.


“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
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.

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