Art in all its forms has the power to remind us of what is important and what inspires us. Art connects us within this human experience. We hope this poem will remind your family of the power of hope.

Hope is the thing with feathers

Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886

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.

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