I apologize for missing yesterday's post. So, I chose to use my favorite Emily Dickinson poem.
Because I could not stop
for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drive. He knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure, too,
for His civility.
We passed the school
where children strove at recess
in the ring. We passed
The fields of gazing grain.
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, He passed us.
The dews drew quivering
And chill, for only gossamer
My gown. My tippet only tulle.
We passed before a house
That seemed a swelling
of the ground. The roof
was scarcely visible.
The cornice in the ground.
Since then 'tis centuries,
And yet feels shorter than the day,
I first surmised the horses'
heads were toward eternity.
Because I could not stop
for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drive. He knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure, too,
for His civility.
We passed the school
where children strove at recess
in the ring. We passed
The fields of gazing grain.
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, He passed us.
The dews drew quivering
And chill, for only gossamer
My gown. My tippet only tulle.
We passed before a house
That seemed a swelling
of the ground. The roof
was scarcely visible.
The cornice in the ground.
Since then 'tis centuries,
And yet feels shorter than the day,
I first surmised the horses'
heads were toward eternity.