The Bird of Hope ~ A Journal Entry

I’ve always loved to write. Even from a young age, I would staple and tape my own paper books together. Besides story-telling though, I also enjoy writing poetry. Songs, I believe, are a form of poetry. They are poetry with music. The hymn ‘Amazing Grace,’ after all, did not always have music accompanying it. I like to think that it was more of a poem, than a song, in its original state.

Picking one poem that is my favorite, really is an impossible task. There are so many beautiful ones! However, for some reason or another, a poem by Emily Dickinson has always stuck in my mind.

‘Hope is the thing with Feathers’

“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.

bird of hope by southern-dreams on Polyvore featuring art:

I love this poem. Even though it’s short, the message of it is important. Hope. Hope is a powerful thing. Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” This is so true.

In my own life, I’ve gone through times where I’ve struggled with doubts and worries. And one time in particular, caused me to feel exactly what that verse says: sick. Fear drowns out hope. Worry only amplifies that.

It is critical for us to remember this, so that when we do go through difficult times, we can consciously cling tightly to the anchor of hope that has brought many a weary traveler far.

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