"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.

by Emily Dickinson

I wear a ring that says the word HOPE on it.  My sister got it for me when Ted and I got back together after being seperated for over a year.  My story, my life, who I am all is wrapped up in that little word and what it means to hope in God!