Hope May 5, 2006

If you read around the web you may have noticed this poem posted here in a great community of online ministers who blog. I had to reprint (reblog?) it here. Enjoy:

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 Dickenson
I love it! But Emily’s not the first one to talk about hope as something that outlasts a storm. The Psalmist says we can find that kind of hope in God. Check out the words of Psalm 130, and have a day full of hope.
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