“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.– Emily Dickinson
Hope ~ Poem by Emily Dickinson
By Ray Calabrese
I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at ray.brese@gmail.com.
Beautifully written! 😀✨
I felt the same as you did. Some poets speak to our hearts. Thanks for the comment. Have a great weekend. Ray
You too! Happy weekend! Welcome 😄😄 keep smilin’!!