Hope is a Thing With Feathers

I'm heading to Springfield to help with the Barack Obama Economic Security Town Hall Meeting early tomorrow! Come join us! Hope is alive!



"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