Emily Dickinson wrote –
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.
I rediscovered this poem the other day and the message spoke to me. Hope tends to follow us around. Even when circumstances initially feel hopeless you may suddenly find it perched on your shoulder, offering you the possibility of a different future. Hope propels us forward. It’s what was speaking to you when you reached out and asked for help, or kept one foot going after the other even when you weren’t feeling particularly optimistic or brave. People stumble upon hope in different ways. For some it is found through faith in something larger than themselves. Others find it through the support of others, the unexpected kindness of strangers, or their own sheer will. When you find hope turn towards it, embrace it, and allow it to lead you into a new world of possibilities.