A cardinal feathered red
Across a twilight sky,
My hope-center surged
And lifted, amplified.
G. Hill
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. Emily Dickenson
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Patrick M. Westcott 1110 Bounty Boulevard Vero Beach, FL 32963 (772) 226-9144
On Sun, Jun 20, 2021 at 6:53 AM Welcome to The Nature Whisperer wrote:
> The Nature Whisperer: A Spiritual Journey by Gloria posted: ” A cardinal > feathered red Across a twilight sky, My hope-center surged And lifted, > amplified. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And > sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. Emily Dickenson > Se” >
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Thank you Patrick. I’ll have to call on her wisdom more often.
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Gorgeous Gloria!
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I especially like Patrick’s comments about Emily Dickenson. He is a big fan. I will have to look into more of her works. Hope as a feather truly speaks to me. I see white feathers everywhere I go. Even in my house.
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