Hope it strange invention A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Hope it strange invention A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
The soul her "Not at Home"
Inscribes upon the flesh --
And takes her fair aerial gait
Beyond the hope of touch.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories