“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
May I walk every day unceasing on the banks of my water……
may my soul rest on the branches of the trees which I have planted…..
may I refresh myself in the shadow of my sycamore….
“If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.”
― Henry David Thoreau, I to Myself