The poet’s Hope has sweet song and feathers.

My hope, sweet too, alive in small details

Bursts forth when sight to Father is tethered.

 

His wings safeguard in all kinds of weather

With power and peace which always prevails.

The poet’s Hope has sweet song and feathers.

 

His fragrance floats in from fields of heather

I’m immersed in His scent; what I inhale

Bursts forth when sight to Father is tethered.

 

His grace and His love are beyond measure;

My hope His offer – oblation’s sweet grail.

The poet’s Hope has sweet song and feathers.

 

His embrace tells me I am His treasure,

And I am His beloved hope unveiled

Bursts forth when sight to Father is tethered.

 

His hope shines for me when we’re together,

Hope from faith and love that does not fail.

The poet’s Hope has sweet song and feathers.

Bursts forth when sight to Father is tethered.

 

Hope is newly fresh, as is Mercy, each morning.

I wish you all a hopeful New Year.

 

Emily Dickinson wrote of her unfailing hope in her poem, ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers.