"hope is the thing with feathers"

 china marker on an acrylic background

china marker on an acrylic background

 

"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."

Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

Words like HOPE are tricky to define and Emily Dickinson does it in such a melodic way.  I have practice calligraphic hands with this poem and remember thinking, hope has feathers?  

This is a great explanation from owlcation.com  "Hope has feathers and it can, like a bird, perch in the human soul. Feathers are soft and gentle to the touch but they are also strong in flight, even on tiny birds. And feathers are made up of complex individual fibers; unity is strength.

The imagery here grows stronger as the reader progresses. Not only is Hope feathery, it can sing. It sits on a perch and sings the whole time. But the song is special for there are no words, no diction for anyone to understand rationally
."

Here are the beginning and finished shots of these feathery exercises:

I find hope in God, in love, in Jesus, in knowing, in learning, in discovering, in repenting, in starting over, in becoming a better Cristina. 

What do you find hope in?