She said
“Hope is the thing
With feathers”
And she was right
Hope flies
Before our eyes
A wild and free thing
Tempting us
To join it
In the wind
Hope beckons
With soft whispers
So that sometimes
We cannot hear it
Over the noise
That fills the air
But it is there
All the same
Hope continues
And outlasts pain
It is the sun at noon
High in the sky
Banishing shadows
Calling us
To reach up