HOPE
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.
Today, Monday, I looked back a decade to see what I had posted in October 2013. What serendipity! Tomorrow is World Mental Health Day. A time when we can reflect on what we need to do in order to better our own mental health, as well as reaching out to others in need of support. Hope is what keeps us going in difficult times and globally, it seems to me,the need for hope has never been greater so I hope this little poem will speak to you. And give you the strength to take action.
What I wrote about this poem a decade ago…..Emily Dickinson’s poems are in the public domain.‘Hope’ is much known and loved but I like the idea of helping to spread hope on the internet. ‘Hope’ is poem number six in the second series of Emily’s poetry, edited in 1891 by two of her friends, MABEL LOOMIS TODD and T.W. HIGGINSON. To read the preface, which gives a great insight into Emily’s writing go here.
Today I wish for all who read this to take a deep breath and breathe in hope.
Arohanui Helen
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