"HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS" by Emily Dickinson, 1891.

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.

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"HOPE IS OUR WATCHWORD" by Sidetracked Again, 2022

Now "hope" for We the People is a term we toss around like a football in a toddler's grip - one bounce and it's out of bounds.

We pray for one more "drop" or "crumb" or even an encrypted clue To give us strength for one more day to protect our left-bashed truth.

We're up one day and down the next but looking back we see that God has everything in hand; He cares for you and me.

Don't worry bird with feathers tired and aching from the flight you knew not that the duty was to keep up this mighty fight.

For had you known when you awoke how far you'd have to fly thinking it would only be a few weeks then all would see the light

With knowledge of the time and distance and with little sleep at night you may have given up without finally getting to see the prize.

We only get to see up to the point that keeps us safe - so that "hope" remains protected until we trade it in for grace.

We all want justice to prevail - we want to see them hang, but be careful now for all have sinned - we all deserve the same.

If we don't forgive them for what they've done, despite how bad their deeds, we could be the next in line to have to answer to our own misdeeds.

We pray a simple prayer at times but don't forget about that part that asks God to forgive us the same way we forgive their hearts.

It's a very serious thing to do and very hard at best, but forgive them each and every one for it is God's plan - it will give us rest.

The storm is very hard to take but we beg for it to come I'm with you little bird of hope I'm ready for the tide to turn!