We believe in hope. We have seen its power: the power of losing it and the power of regaining it.
In our work to end modern slavery, hope stirs our believe that spreading awareness will prevent future victims of human trafficking. Hope sparks our passion to continue serving women recovering from human sex trafficking, believing in the hope of their restoration and the hope of their new future.
This National Poetry Month, we ponder the words of Emily Dickinson. Hope is always ready to sing refreshment to our hearts, even in the darkest circumstances, and never asks a thing from us in return. In all its power, hope remains selfless.
Hope is the Thing with Feathers
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.
-by Emily Dickinson