When life beats us down to the ground and we feel we’ll never arise, there’s “the little bird of hope” to lift us up and carry us through. -Jason Miller
“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.” -Emily Dickinson
