"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.
I am going through a difficult time. My friend has to undergo a serious surgery, I am worried sick and have to think of her all the time...and then Japan...I feel for the people and can only imagine how hard it must be ..I am so glad my PB friend sent me a message that she is safe...my heart is sad and frightened...and I have to remind myself, that :
hope will never stop...at all...