Taken from the blog...The Thing With Feathers by Susannah Grace. Explaining the meaning behind the name of her blog.
The name is taken from an Emily Dickinson poem, which beautifully summarises the truth that it's in the centre of life's storms that hope becomes the sweetest, the most real & constant.
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
You know I love this one :)ReplyDelete
I laughed after i posted this...i was thinking hmm i have seen this before and really liked it - and then i remembered where...we must be drawn to the birds for their freedom :)