Every moment....

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Every moment there are a million miracles happening around you: a flower blossoming, a bird tweeting, a bee humming, a raindrop falling, a snowflake wafting along the clear evening air. There is magic everywhere. If you learn how to live it, life is nothing short of a daily miracle.
 
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Every moment there are a million miracles happening around you: a flower blossoming, a bird tweeting, a bee humming, a raindrop falling, a snowflake wafting along the clear evening air. There is magic everywhere. If you learn how to live it, life is nothing short of a daily miracle.
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The wonder of the world
The beauty and the power
The shapes of things,
Their colours, light and shades
These I saw,
Look ye also while life lasts.

BB
 
A Bird,came down the Walk
He did not know I saw
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow,raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass
And then hopped sideways to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad
They looked like frightened Beads,I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head.
Like one in danger,Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer home
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies,off Banks of Noon,
Leap,plashless as they swim.
.........Emily Dickinson.
 
“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.
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Emily Dickinson
 
A sepal,petal and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn
A flask of Dew
A Bee or two
A breeze
a caper in the trees
And I'm a Rose!
........Emily Dickinson
 
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody knows,so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later,in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware,lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
.........Emily Dickinson
 
A slash of Blue
A sweep of Grey
Some Scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky
A little purple slipped between
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on
A Wave of Gold
A Bank of Day
This just makes out the Morning Sky!
.........Emily Dickinson.
 
You need to nip over to The Quiet Room, Brother John's wife has turned her hand to poetry.

Home spun threads of verse. Poet's Corner

From the pen of my best friend. From the series of her Thank You Poems. Yesterday it rained Like the day it Rained When it poured on our wedding Yesterday was promised Again in the rain Our love vows Echo Echo Echo in the drops That drum Each drum from heaven On my face Yesterday I loved...
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Ample make this Bed
Make this Bed with Awe
In it wait tlll Judgement break
Excellent and Fair.
Be its Mattress straight
Be its pillow round
Let no Sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this Ground.
.......(used for the film Sophie's Choice,starring Meryl Streep).
Emily Dickinson wrote 1800 poems. Little known in her lifetime,a recluse in her later days,only 10 of her poems were published while she was alive and all anonymously. The rest have all since been published posthumously and never been out of print.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson,1830-1866, ever since regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry!
 
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