Thought for the Day - Hope is the thing with feathers.

I did Thought for the Day on BBC Radio Ulster a few weeks ago on Hope, using a bit of story, a bit of theology and a bit of poetry from Emily Dickinson. I thought I'd save it for Holy Week. 

The Emily Dickinson poem is beautiful. Writing about Dickinson, Jeanette Winterson said:

Emily Dickinson barely left her homestead in Amherst, Massachusetts, but when we read, ‘My life stood - a loaded gun’ we know we have met an imagination that will detonate life, not decorate it.
— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, pg. 117

The text of '"Hope" is the thing with feathers' is below, as is a recording of the poem set to music by the delicious Julie Lee

“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.
— Hope is the thing with feathers (314). Emily Dickinson.