"Hope"

 Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all...

 

 

I love these words.  What keeps us going when things are bad?  What helps light our way each day as we wake to greet the world?  What strong sense, somewhere deep within, allows light to break through when everything seems quite hopeless?
 

 

This little doll shows the bird in the cage - who certainly must sing in hope that one day the door will be open and he might fly free.  Perhaps Hope's key can open not only the birdcage door but that door that sometimes seems closed to each of us.
 

 

With hope comes our strength - that wellspring within that keeps all of us alive and aware of who we are and waiting for whatever miracles and magic might come our way.

 

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;

It asked a crumb of me.

 

Emily Dickinson

 



My very special thanks to my friend Phyllis who sent me all of the fabric that I used to make this doll.