I Hope
23 Feb
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
MJ, you are so embedded in my thoughts lately, and I don’t know why. May you get your redemption soon. That is what I hope.
With MJ’s permission, I will tell his story someday.
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I cried.
I do love that film.