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My Period Had Come for Prayer

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My period had come for Prayer—
No other Art—would do—
My Tactics missed a rudiment—
Creator—Was it you?
 
God grows above—so those who pray
Horizons—must ascend—
And so I stepped upon the North
To see this Curious Friend—
 
His House was not—no sign had He—
By Chimney—nor by Door
Could I infer his Residence—
Vast Prairies of Air
 
Unbroken by a Settler—
Were all that I could see—
Infinitude—Had’st Thou no Face
That I might look on Thee?
 
The Silence condescended—
Creation stopped—for Me—
But awed beyond my errand—
I worshipped—did not “pray”—
Autres oeuvres par Emily Dickinson...



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