I dwell in possibilities


I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –


Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –



Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise
{Emily Dickinson}

Oh, how this poem infuses me with hope.
Everywhere I look in creation this spring, I see hope.