Submission by: Daniel Pacitto, OMS3
I was searching the internet and found a nice poem by Emily Dickinson, which I think perfectly illustrates how far hope can bring people in their journey to reach any destination. It exemplifies how we rely on hope during any challenging time in order to stay on course and keep our heads high. However, at the end of the day, we never ask anything back from it.
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,
-Emily Dickinson
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me
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