I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
–W.B. Yeats
We teachers have dreams laid at our feet. We should be careful. We need to remember to step with a light foot, like a feather brushing by, a slight wind to give direction, an uplifting to the wings of our tiny birds.
Hope holds us together.
Hope is the thing, the one with feathers,
the thing we all wish for
in the darkest night of despair
when our hearts are breaking.
Hope holds on
to the thin line of your mouth when you smile,
to the circles under your eyes,
the sparkle of tears on your cheek; Hope paints a rainbow there.
Plant hope in the hole in your heart.
Open to the sound of His song–
the hoot of the owl, the cry of the hawk.
His voice carries
across wild fields
over storm clouds
into your hands.
Get ready.
Open your palms when you pray.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved.