January 2017 “Hope” is the thing with feathers

"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.

January 2017 – “Hope” is the thing with feathers– Bread and Puppet Calendar

“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.