“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
I find it intriguing that Emily describes hope as a bird.
In dreams and visions, birds have to do with messengers, either good or evil.
Is hope a messenger?
Perhaps: If we consider it to be the voice that urges us on because of expecttancy.
Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But desire fulfilled is a tree of life.”
We need this delightful expectation that good will happen in order to be healthy. That means hope is not a luxury; but rather, a necessity.
I do not believe that we can conjure up hope any more than we can faith: Both are gifts, poured into us by God.