As Faith
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.
βfrom “Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson
Beautiful post. Love your soulfulness. That’s one of my favorite verses. Rock on!! πππ
Love the things I discover to go along with my captures. Thanks Laura.
I agree, a wonderful verse. A nice pairing with the image too.
Aww..thank you so very much. Makes my day when you enjoy my posts. π