Reading this morning in the Book of Psalms*:
"They that are planted in the house of the Lord, in the courts of our God they shall blossom forth."
Hope is built into the system of what is. Hope is built in.
I'm ending this week with gratitude for that.
*A Greek Orthodox version I like.
This post's title is a nod to Emily Dickinson's well known poem, "Hope is The Thing with Feathers."
[Photo: taken of a flower on the table of the coffee shop where I worked earlier this week.]