hope

emily dickinson says hope is a thing with feathers.

i say hope is intangible. featherless, weightless, formless. completely spirit.

hope arrives in rain-drenched days through a bow of colours striped across the sky.
in the face of a chubby baby chuckling.
in the eyes of a hungry man who's been given a free meal.
in my heart when my husband whispers, 'it's all going to be okay.'

whether i am a published writer, an accomplished artist, or an unknown soul, i find hope in the spirit.
in knowing i was created, i will be looked after, and that moments of rainbows and chubby babies will follow me forever...

like a thing with feathers, only better.