I found this over at isleofbooks, a wonderful blog by Shannon Fox. She's always posting poetry, stories, and book reviews and it's quickly becoming one of my favorite places to peruse.
Hope is the Thing With Feathers by 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.
That is truly one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. In my opinion, hope is the most important thing we as humans have. Here's another one of my favorites.
"Hope is the last lingering light of the human heart. It shines
when every other is put out. Extinguish it, and the gloom of
affliction becomes the very blackness of darkness--cheerless and
-James H. Aughey (1828-1911)