Gail not only sent me a picture of the Little Hope Potholder she bought, hanging in her office, but she sent me a poem along with it. She said when she stepped back to look at it, she noticed the angel she hung up a few years ago and it reminded her of this poem by Emily Dickinson…
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
I can only imagine that Gail must have that never-ending hope inside of her that Dickinson writes about. She is the CEO of Hubbard House, a safe place for women and children who are victims of domestic violence.
I think people like Gail, doing the work she and those around her do, are hope itself.
