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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Prayer Is the Little Implement

437
 
Prayer is the little implement
Through which Men reach
Where Presence—is denied them.
They fling their Speech
 
By means of it—in God’s Ear—
If then He hear—
This sums the Apparatus
Comprised in Prayer—

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