Emily Dickinson has been my favorite poet since high school. I dreamed this card last night. I think it was a Spirit inspired message to me in answer to something I have been struggling with recently. So, here it is for you to see....maybe it's speaking to you too.The format is called an ATC or artist trading card. They are all the rage now in the collage/altered art world. Small little playing card pieces of beauty to share. Most do thiers with real paper and glue; I play digitally.
I have only used part of the first stanza. If you don't know this poem, here it is. It's titled "Hope".
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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