"Hope, it's the thing with feathers." Says someone who doesn't fly Can you hope without one wing "I think it's worth a try" Says someone who doesn't fly Says someone who doesn't fly But in between the holding Of breath Of sleep Of time The human spirit wonders
You should turn this poem into a song. So heartfelt and deep. So needed in these times! Truly, give it a try (or two or three). I think a song version of this would be such a gift. Happy Easter.
Randomly caught your message in my email. I'd like to think the feeling of hope is an automatic coping mechanism, our mind pushing back against feelings of deep despair that might threaten to keep our thoughts caught in a loop. Thank you for sharing the poem, what a find!
You should turn this poem into a song. So heartfelt and deep. So needed in these times! Truly, give it a try (or two or three). I think a song version of this would be such a gift. Happy Easter.
Randomly caught your message in my email. I'd like to think the feeling of hope is an automatic coping mechanism, our mind pushing back against feelings of deep despair that might threaten to keep our thoughts caught in a loop. Thank you for sharing the poem, what a find!
Yes, so beautiful and true. :) Thanks!