Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson
God takes such delight in the human person that Divinity sings this song to our soul:
O lovely rose on the thorn!
O hovering bee on the honey!
O pure dove in your being!
O glorious sun in your setting!
O full moon in your course!
From you, I your God will never turn away.