‘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 chilliest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet—never–in Extremity,
It asked a crumb–of me. – Emily Dickinson

Dear ones, hope is what nobody can take away from us. Collectively we can hope for peace to be restored on our earth.

Aim Hrim Klim