Saturday Rave: "Hope" is the thing with feathers - by Emily Dickenson

 Here's something short, sweet, simple, beautiful, infinite and true.

What more could anyone want?

"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.

photo by Hariadhi 

Word To Use Today: hope. The Old English form of this word was hopa. 

Yes, it's been around a long time.