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.
~Emily Dickinson
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.
~Emily Dickinson
Visiting the Lorraine Motel in Memphis two summers ago, made real for me the images of history that for so long were a story on film. The National Civil Rights Museum is one of the most well-curated exhibitions I've ever experienced. Housed next to the Memphis site where the life of a great man was extinguished, it's a place where the light of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. continues to shine. His words and footsteps still ring like a bell of hope...
Let dreams be realized & let freedom ring!
Catherine 
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