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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
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.

Stephanie says: I like the way this poem suggests Hope is like a bird - this helps me to feel a sense of hope because wherever you are, there is usually a bird nearby , easy to spot and showing us with a flash of colour or burst of song that beauty is always around us - beauty never stops, at all - and this inspires me to keep looking for good things in everyday life .

A poem for when you need magic....

20/2/2021

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Cal says - This is a poem for when you need hope, when you need belief, when you are feeling disenfranchised....when you need magic.

Watering the Stones
by Mary Oliver

Every summer I gather a few stones from
the beach and keep them in a glass bowl.
Now and again I cover them with water,
and they drink. There’s no question about
this; I put tinfoil over the bowl, tightly,
yet the water disappears. This doesn’t
mean we ever have a conversation, or that
they have the kind of feelings we do, yet
it might mean something. Whatever the
stones are, they don’t lie in the water
and do nothing.
Some of my friends refuse to believe it
happens, even though they’ve seen it. But
a few others-I’ve seen them walking down
the beach holding a few stones, and they
look at them rather more closely now.
Once in a while, I swear, I’ve even heard
one or two of them saying “Hello.”
Which, I think, does no harm to anyone or
anything, does it?

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A poem for when you need magic....

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