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“Hope” is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – Emily Dickinson

Photo of red-shouldered hawk
Grateful for hope poem

Grateful for the comfort that hope brings. Hiking in the Santa Cruz Mountains on the Sunny Jim trail, this magnificent red-shouldered hawk took flight, just as I clicked. In the graceful flight of a bird, I find a symbol of hope and resilience.

As we watch the magnificent red-shouldered hawk alight from its perch, we are reminded of the beauty and wonder of the natural world. Birds, with their effortless grace and boundless freedom, inspire us to embrace the possibilities of each new day.

Dickinson’s words remind us that hope is a constant presence, like a bird that sings in our souls even in the darkest of times. Just as birds navigate the vast expanse of the heavens with unwavering confidence, so too can we find strength in the power of hope.

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