IF you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
Category: Poems
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Trading My Hours
Eight hours spent
infront of my computer
Two more hours
infront of my tv
Another two
infront of faces I do not know
braving my way back home
and finding some spot
inside a tightly-packed train
Which of these hours
were truly mine
which hours
the hours I’d look forward to
when I open my eyes from sleep?
O, that I may spend more hours
living
running
walking beneath the pouring rain
I’d give my hours
for some minutes
with which I can look beyond the sky
and catch myself some butterflies
I’d give my minutes
for some seconds
a miniscule moment
in which there’d be a kiss
a song
an eternity
that never fades.
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.
-BY Emily Dickinson
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Passing Through
When I lose my courage
He gives me hope
when I lose my footing
He gives me steady ground
Whenever I stumble
He is there
whenever I’m weak
He becomes my strength
Who am I
without Him
What do I do
without His love
This terrible longing within me
is killing me
this aching for true love
bids me to come home soon
O how sick am I with love
how the desire for His vision consumes me
when will my suffering ever end
when shall love be mine forever
yet let me not depart
for mine own good alone
and let me not forget
this valley of tears
let my pain be a balm to the wounded
and let my wounds bring life to the faint
heal me and sustain me that I may yet smile also in joy
and that I may bring some light to those living in the darkness
in sorrow do we journey forth
yet in hope do we trust and regain our strength
in weeping do we remember our afflictions
yet in prayer do we rejoice for our eternal home!
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Salvation (poem)
God was there
from the very beginning
but I knew Him not
and I turned away
I looked at the world
and beheld its splendor
til that same splendor
snatched me
and I was thrown
amidst its cold brightness
and I yearned for the warmth of home
In despair I wept
and I cried out to my God:
Rescue me for I desire not these things
and I will have none of this beauty
if only to be back in your arms
And my God heard me
and ran to me
and snatched me away from the world
and took me even
within His heart
Therein only
did I find joy
and peace
and LOVE
atlast!