I've been thinking a lot about the big three: Faith, Hope, and Charity. Really I don't believe that any of these attributes can truly exists without the others; however, hope is the one that I have a hard time surrendering to. I think that most times it's because from my flawed and limited vantage point, I simply refuse to hope for things that I can't see or understand. Anyway, I wanted to pass along a poem that's been running through my head as I've been musing; I really like the metaphor.
Hope is the Thing With Feathers
By: Emily Dickinson
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
Love the poem!!! I have a hard time with hope too. I think many people do. I feel it's one of the greatest gifts he has given us. Not only is it a great gift it is a necessity to survive. You posting about hope makes me think of that old movie "Cypher in the Snow" I believe that's what would happen if we were to truly lose hope. Don't give up I'd send you some of my hope for you changing winds that are blowin' if I could. :)
ReplyDeleteI love that poem, that's so beautiful! Thanks for sharing. I'll file it away with my poems that I keep. For me hope has always been a whole lot harder than faith or charity. I think that comes with knocks in life! for me, sometimes being around little children is a really good antedote, because they are filled with hope, and I can't help but catch some of it from them. Children can be very healing when they're not driving you crazy!
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