Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Here’s a lovely little poem by Emily Dickinson.

“The poem was published posthumously as "Hope" in 1891
"Hope' is the thing with feathers" is a lyric poem in ballad meter written by American poet Emily Dickinson, The manuscript of this poem appears in Fascicle13, which Dickinson compiled around 1861.”

Hi, @SaltwaterGirl …. Hope is the Thing with Feathers is one of my favorite Dickinson poems. Her imagery so aptly describes what it’s like to have hope in Christ. It’s a living hope within that never leaves us, even during the storms of life.

You might also like this poem as well. It’s #1052 in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.

I never saw a Moor—
I never saw the Sea—
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Wave must be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven—
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Chart were given—

Except to Heaven, she is nought.

Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Except for Angels -- lone.
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown.

Except for winds -- provincial.
Except by Butterflies
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the Acre lies.

The smallest Housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence -- Home!

By: Emily Dickinson