Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
That sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Hope is a type of faith, a belief it will get better, whether today or tomorrow or then some.
Hope spurs the unemployed to seek work again; lies behind every college student’s quest; perseveres in the face of illness; is the new born child cradled in its mother’s arms.
Hope checkmates impossibility; colors every dream, informs all kindness.
Hope softens hardened grief; propels our good wishes; trumps experience.
Hope is the elixir of imagination; grants patience; teaches forgiveness.
Hope makes love possible; validates the future.
Hope is a tender flower. Nourish it and it will bloom.