Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 "Hope" is the thing with feathers -  That perches in the soul - And sings a 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.

"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 chillest land- And on the strangest Sea- Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.