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    Hope – Hold On to Life

    Hope – Reason to Believe 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. By Emily Dickinson So many times in my life when I have come to a place of almost losing hope these timeless words of Emily Dickinson have brought me comfort. Somehow it is helpful to know that others…