Hope

Remember this poem by Emily Dickinson?

“’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.”

I think of this often when things look dark. I am always amazed by how much hope can fill a human soul, even faced with everything the world can hurl at it. It is too easy to feel the crush of the worst side of people instead of the good.

At these times I try hard to remember that everyone has a story, a grief, a hurt, a feeling that they are not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough or whatever it is they hold in their heart.

The REAL truth is that everyone is here for a purpose and a reason. Even if it takes all of our lives to figure out what our own mission is, we are meant to be here at this time.

This is why it is imperative that we remember all that is good and hopeful and kind and loving, even if we don’t see it around us. The smile you give a stranger may be the only one they see all day.

I follow the Kindness Blog, and enjoy the many stories of hope, love and kindness. Just reading one or two inspires me to initiate hope, gratitude and love.

During this season of Christmas, keep your eyes and ears open for hope; it is all around us. Believe it; it is there, just waiting for us to notice it.

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