A Thing with Feathers

I saw a film once. Its purpose was to "scare my soul to salvation." Really, all it did was put my soul in a hopeless place. If that film was right, then all the atrocities were at hand and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt dead inside. Then something extraordinary happened. Spring came. My soul gasped at the sight of emerging life. It was spring again. That is what brought me back to the land of the living. My mother says that she doesn't like autumn because everything dies but all creation needs a naptime. Maybe that is what I have been doing. Restoration has been taking place. I have found a garden in me and it has been resting so that it can grow into something beautiful. My hope has returned. I am believing beyond today. I have weeded and fertilized and the seed has been sown. Hope grows eternal.
"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