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.