|This carving has had a very odd development. The first design was named by someone who has now become separated from our lives. It was originally called Angel, and then Hidden Angel, for the sense that something is protecting you. But in life, often you are not protected, and when you are at your lowest point, what is the thing that brings you back?|
This question has weighed heavily on Gerry and I in our past life and we both have found hope in places we never expected to. Hope is what gets you through the low points.
One day, a customer, Gayle Samuels, saw the carving and said it reminded her of an Emily Dickinson poem.
The poem is #254 and we would like to offer it as further enlightenment to where this carving came from
"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.
Thank you, Gayle. This carving has found its purpose and name at last.