It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down.
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues for noon.
And all the dead lie down.
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues for noon.
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl,
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
And yet it tasted like them all,
The figures I have seen
Set orderly for burial
Reminded me of mine,
As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like midnight, some,
When everything that ticked has stopped
And space stares all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground;
But most like chaos, stopless, cool,
Without a chance, or spar,
Or even a report of land
To justify despair.
Emily Dickinson
If I have to leave this world as one day I will
My life will be of purpose to myself as I lie still
But if I should show no cause of existance true
May the day come, that I will be back for you
As the Soul will show its love in other heart
I will know the next time where my life hath start..enjoy Rebekah*
May you live in peace and harmony surround you always(+)
Dom*
Thank you, Dom…
Here for you another one from Emiliy Dickinson:
"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
blessings to you,
Rebekah
Rebekah, very well..read the 3 other poems prior to this I wrote you…enjoy*
May you live in peace and harmony surround you always(+)
Dom*