Healthy Living - Hope is a thing with feather

I want to share a very special poem that I recently came to love. It is truly a classic.

“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.

I want it to remind you and me that we are not alone in this journey as long as we have hope.