Hope Never Stops

Photo by Dennis J Coughlin

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

– Emily Dickinson

Today the world crushed me again.

More loss. More pain.

Voices responded with solutions.

Some said, “This is what we need.”

Others said, “No, this is what we need.”

Some found comfort in silence.

We all wondered what to do next.


A hope that says there is another step forward.

Or maybe a step to the side or to nowhere in particular.

Hope is about the smallest movement.

Hope is a verb.

I have an idea where I could move next.

I am going to keep that thought in my mind until I get there or close enough.

Either way, I will not stand still. There is no hope if I stand still.

I was moving when I saw a sign that said, “Hope”.

I was walking through a neighbourhood with a troubled past. Someone who lives there created that sign.

I stood for a moment to take a photo. Then I started walking again.

I was on my way home.

Moving again, hoping always.