By Emily Dickinson That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough. That I shall love always, I offer thee That love is life, And life hath immortality. This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I Nothing to show But Calvary. Thank you for reading.
They’ve ruled me for far too long Overtaking my days and nights They’ve locked me in a cage Filled my head with make-believe They’ve trapped me in a cycle And watched me as I spun They’ve weighed on my decisions No right no wrong, just illusions It’s time to put them all to rest ToContinue reading “Day 348: Strong Idealism”
Used so often it ceases to amaze The path most frequented by men Whose life, eclipsed by predictability Whose words are those of men before Whose actions speak in whispers so low. The path is one that I avoid Not in hope of finding one distinct But in hope of finding one that I belong.Continue reading “Day 347: The Beaten Path”
By Emily Dickinson You left me, sweet, two legacies,— A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. Thank you for reading.
The words that refused to return To the mouth from which it sprung It grasped the air and breath of life And stilled the room with discomfort It revealed the line so clearly drawn And built a fort on the other side The words when captive felt innocent With no intent of maliciousness But onceContinue reading “Day 339: Words”