Thing With Feathers Inspires Hope It seems like despair is everywhere. The climate is changing. This nation is divided. Our world is inhumane. Then, I look at the birds in the yard. The little thrush in the tree seems curious, cautious, and calm. I find peace, harmony, and hope. “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