"Hope" is a thing with feathers....
 

"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.

Emily Dickenson

Dreams
by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

FEATHER ON THE WIND -

Imagine a feather being tossed about, traveling along on the winds. Often in my own life I have felt like the feather, floating along without direction and guidance, but if I look closely I can see that every moment has moved to this point, and if just one thing had been different, there might not have been this music, this beautiful gift in my life.

I am the “Feather On The Wind”, always sustained and guided by an invisible hand, and though tossed about, I am never alone.