sunday blessings and hope
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on 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
I have great hope that we will come out of this pandemic and world unrest
stronger. one world together will all people together as one beautiful race.
We are humans united in our strengths , and stronger for our differences.
Have a blessed Sunday keep looking for Hugs , Happiness and Healthy Living