Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Hope, Without a Prescription

My previous "Hope" post made its way to a friend of the family from the neighborhood where I grew up.

Her lovely off-blog response included a poem from 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.

So amazingly appropriate for my Joy, my sweet wordless perpetual motion darling.

Hope. Together we learn to sing the tune without the words.


Anonymous said...

hope. perfect.

jess said...


Casdok said...

Beautiful words.

Andrea said...

love that, thanks i'm going to tweet it!