Ramblings of a warrior on a long walk to Kingdom come.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I was speaking at a retired ANZ (bankers) club the other day. And I was talking about the relentless hope of the gospel... God as a venture capitalists with all his deposits in high risk options like me! ;-) a man who was there slipped me this poem by Emily Dickinson (circa 1863) as I left:
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops - at all.