Hope is the Thing With Feathers

This has been a difficult week for me.

And I think about today, a day when so many lives were changed forever, and it does not feel any easier.

We all face tragedies in our life--some are great and some are small.

Some affect many and some we walk through alone.

This life we walk on earth is rich with joy, but there is also sorrow.


We started our back to school routine this week.  That means we met our home school nature study group for a hike, poetry and art at one of our favorite nature centers.

While we were walking the trail, my William spotted this bird up ahead.  We stopped to watch him for a few moments until he flew away.
A bit later, I saw this poem posted on a sign along the trail and I was reminded of how much I love it.
It felt like a gift.

Hope is the Thing With Feathers

Emily Dickinson

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.

I am looking ahead with hope.

May you also, as you walk this earth.

Love from,

Greta

"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."  2Corinthians 4:18