Advent already? Hope springs...

I'm looking ahead to Advent and Christmas, trying to make good decisions for the various events and services. Came across this poem today.

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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—

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—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickenson

What does this description of hope mean to your life? 

My favorite line is "And sings the tune without the words-"
May God keep singing His tune in our hearts, even if we don't know the words.