Friday, September 23, 2016

Thought for the Day 9/23/2016



HOPEis 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
.  
-Emily Dickenson 

Let  Your steadfast love, O Lord,
 be upon us, even as we HOPE in you.

-Psalms 33:22