MuddyFingersMeg

Eat, drink, (garden, knit, quilt, think, fix, read) & be merry

A poem for a hard Monday

on May 9, 2011

The sadness returned last night.  I have three finals in the next 48 hours and I haven’t studied.  I’m not feeling like myself.  I keep wondering if this is worth it, if I can keep moving forward.  But somehow I keep going, even if the steps are tiny.

Hope

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

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: