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.

- Emily Dickinson

Awaken. Yet in the rare abundance of time, set yourself in dreams again. A gaze inward and beyond to that which has not come to pass. But hope lies within, and it perches in the soul, never letting go.

Whatever darkness is trending, we shall not be wearied. Hope does not look down with dread and fear. Hope leaps when there is no guarantee of an established landing, because by the time it needs to land, it is provided for. Believing fully in the grace of the living God, hope stays above the fear, even when the sky is swept in darkness.

If one cannot see in the dark, one can still listen. Listen to the words. Follow His words. It will guide you through the black space in which you find yourself, seemingly alone. Just because you cannot see all around you does not mean you are alone. Not everything is begot with eyes, and at times we are so weary and preoccupied, we cannot see that which is directly in front of us.

While hope remains, the Light guides. The faithful follower of the Light shall not be driven into the fog forever. For goodness is just beyond the next hill. You cannot see it yet. It is just out of reach, but it will some swiftly, as you think to yourself - I will never get there. There you will be. At rest. At peace. Emerged from the dark. Awakened to true light.