Hope

Hope is a free gift. It exists for all of us. All we must do is not clip it's wings. Let if fly and sing freely. It's song can be heard over the the strangest seas, coldest of lands, and in the worst of storms. It is a song that never ends as long as we don't let it.

HOPE

'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.

-Emily Dickinson