Hope is the thing with feathers
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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.
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014
A little bit of hope...
In honor of National Poetry Month and Autism Awareness Month, here is a gentle poem from the inimitable Emily Dickinson that speaks, I think, to all of us. And if you're feeling hopeful--and helpful--scroll below the poem to enter for a PRIZE!
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