Thought for the Day 9/23/2016
HOPEis the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
that perches in the soul,
And sings the
tune without the words,
and never stops at all,
and never stops at all,
And sweetest in
the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
That could abash
the little bird
that kept so many warm.
that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in
the chilliest land,
and on the strangest sea;
and on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.
it asked a crumb of me.
-Emily
Dickenson
be upon us, even as we HOPE in you.
-Psalms 33:22