Perches in the Soul

What is it about hope and joy that make them so elusive? Why is it so much easier to despair and feel forgotten? Hoping is like knowing that something good is coming, but waiting for it. Joy is a smile on the inside, even when life is sorta prickly. Today i heard bad news from a friend. Sunday was crying with a discouraged friend. And what do i have to offer? Hope and joy? Life and breath? or does it deflate my balloon a little more.
Father, come. Have mercy.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. ~Emily Dickinson