As we enter a brand new year one with hope and anticipation, this favorite poem from Emily Dickinson says it for me…
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words,
And never stops at all,
And the 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.
Hoping the littlest pleasures make this new year especially wonderful for you all …
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