Hope For Haiti

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Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in all souls,

It sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

 

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the darkest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

Will it leave you or me..

 

Interpretation of the Poem by Emily Dickenson

 

Everything passes away~

suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence.

The sword will pass away too, but the stars will still remain

when the shadows of our presence and our deeds

have vanished from the earth.

 

~Mikhail Bulgakov, in The White Guard~

 

Please help those who have lost hope find it again.

 

love robin

 

Done