I love this poem about Hope by Emily Dickinson.
I truly believe God gives us insight into this life to help us grow and understand all the gifts we have, to use and learn and grow.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

I get appreciation from this poem and to find that little voice (thus the bird's song) and its steady belief to continue on....and it just never stops trying and singing and persevering with light.