How do you find hope? Do you even know what it is? Is it the fleeting thing, the thing with graceful feathers? A shimmering thing that flutters in and perches delicately in the soul? Hope alights and quietly sings, whispers the tranquil tune bringing solace without the words. Hope realized is a hymn and the faith it awakens never stops at all. First draft of Golden Shovel based on Emily Dickinson’s Hope is the Thing with Feathers.