Thursday, January 23, 2014

Hope

~ 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

1 comment:

Thank you for sharing a moment with me:-)

Ezekiel 34:11-12,16

"For thus saith the Lord God; Behold, I, even I, will both search my sheep, and seek them out. As a shepherd seeketh out his flock in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered; so will I seek out my sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day. I will seek that which was lost, and bring again that which was driven away, and will bind up that which was broken, and will strengthen that which was sick"