The events of this past week have been overwhelming and disheartening. Listening to uplifting music and reading through my favorite poems folder has been such a consolation. In her poem “Hope is the Thing With Feathers” Emily Dickinson reassures us that even in the darkest storm we can have hope and carry on.
“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.