Hope.full.y

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all...
-Ms. Emily Dickinson

Green lights all the way today!

You know, life can be so hard and so unfair. Sometimes it's impossible to see past the mountain that is shading you. But when you get farther down the road, that mountain looks a whole lot smaller. Hope is that guide that holds your hand as you walk slowly around the mountain which you can not jump over. Hope is that thing that reminds you that even when your mouth is so dry, things will taste good again. Hope holds our hands as we run down that road; and holds our hearts when we look back at that diminishing mountain. Hope is that drug that kisses our fears away. Maybe it's just a grand delusion... what do I know anyway?

Hope is the food that feeds me
when the cupboards all run bare
It warms my tummy with thoughts so yummy
and never skips a dare

When flirting with a thought so lovely
hope lingers longingly
It flails its passionate storm above me
as its dreams consume and woo me

May hope not be this dreamer's dream,
but a prelude to enliven
And ready I will always be
when hope's surprise will rise then
-ME