Distant Hope
There are some days
When one is drained.
Curiosity is flat.
Mental strength is strained
And spiritual energy is depleted.
Today
Watching a goldfinch
At the thistle feeder
Outside the kitchen window
Is the only intellectual inquiry I can make
And the only prayer I can offer.
Yet today
It is all I need
To see hope on the wing.
Charles Kinnaird
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all.
– Emily Dickinson
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