Man, I get so tired of Great Literature being So Depressing. Here’s something (arguably) encouraging from Emily Dickinson. It might even be appropriate for this time of year, with Easter being in just a few days and all. Question: What gives you hope when you are tempted to despair?
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.