It’s been a difficult day …
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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
by Emily Dickinson
Isn’t it wonderful what a difference the right words at the right time can make?
Sorry that it has been; hope the poem, and some far-flung good wishes, help!
You are so right. Hopefully tomorrow is better.
Thank you for the poem – it has been a hard week here as well.
Send good thoughts your way.