Hope

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” – Emily Dickinson
I have spent my morning thinking of things that give me hope.  Things that bring hope.  One thing that I was struck by today was the fact that our trees are alive and singing with all the little birds.  They have come back!  No longer are the solo cries of the crows being heard but the sweet melody of the little birds.  With the songs of the little birds I am reminded of hope… hope that winter will not take hold of the land forever, that soon we will be planting our spring crops and soon the sun will be blazing with the summer’s heat.  Hope!  I was reminded of hope in the songs of the birds today.  Yes, the trees are still barren and the sun is hiding behind a blanket of clouds, but the colors, smells and glory of Spring will be here.