"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul--
And sings the tune without the words--
And never stops--at all.
This is not the first time I've quoted Emily Dickinson and probably won't be the last. As with all good poets, she says much in very few words.
The above especially touched me with its description of hope. For sometimes I feel without hope. And then four small lines remind me that there is hope, that it exists in my heart and in the Father's heart if I but listen to it.
Joy for today: hope that never stops. At all.