Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
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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,
I ’ve heard it in the chillest land, |
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C. Christopher Smith is the founding editor of The Englewood Review of Books. He is also author of a number of books, including most recently How the Body of Christ Talks: Recovering the Practice of Conversation in the Church (Brazos Press, 2019). Connect with him online at: C-Christopher-Smith.com