Sun In a Cup
“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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Hope, light, joyTeaspoons and cups
Ordinary and abundant
For the taking
In the receiving
In the giving especially
Dwelling quietly in each day
Awaiting presence, noticing, participation
“I dwell in possibility…”― Emily Dickinson










