Monday, June 29, 2015

Hope is the thing

I don't set much store in hope, preferring action.  But, sometimes, hope is all there is.  In that case, I find myself repeating the opening line of one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems,

Hope is the thing with feathers...
for my friend, S.
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.

this is a really big feather, probably 2 inches across and 4 1/2 inches in length
 I'm sending this feather to a friend, who's had a rough go of it for the past few years.  I'm wishing her hope, but also relief.  'Cuz hope is awfully hard to hang on to in the long haul of life.  

Sometimes, most of the time, knowing you're not hanging in there all alone is a good companion to hope.  And since feathers also mean wisdom and travel between the worlds, maybe this necklace can help the journey, even a little bit.

1 comment:

  1. what an amazing piece, and with so much meaning. I wish hope for your friend because it is a painful thing to have lost