Hope is the thing with feathers
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.
Pray: In You
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
(written while awaiting execution)
In me
there is darkness,
but with You
there is light.
I am lonely,
but You do not leave me.
I am feeble,
but You give me help.
I am restless,
but You give me peace.
In me there is bitterness,
but with You there is patience.
I do not understand Your ways.
but You are the way for me.
Restore me to liberty,
enable me to live free, now,
that I may answer before You,
and before me,
whatever this day may bring.
Your name be praised.
