A Time for Hope

I love that it is hot enough to go outside and play, that it is almost Easter when my family and I watch that old movie called The Ten Commandments. Where my brothers might act out Moses or the passover. When my sister and I sing in the choir at our church Easter songs about Jesus. When we as Christians stop and think our Lord and Savior rose again on this day and because of that -as the hymn says- I can face tomorrow.

Hope
By Emily Dickinson

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.

picture from pinterst