There are so many ways to bring beauty into a space.

And so many forms that beauty takes: a ray of sunlight, a musical note, the color of a leaf, a kind word, a gesture.

And a less common but equally delightful form: reciting poetry.

What a gift it is to have poetry on the tongue, ready to be recalled!

“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.