Forever is composed of nows. O dreary life!
we cry, and still the generations of birds sing
through our sighing, infinite months dissolving
in further months, and years exhaling in years.
Serenely the unwasted stars pass in glory
while we are keeping strife with Heaven’s
true purpose in us. (God grant me grace
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to play with a poem of Emily Dickinson’s. Just after I chose this one (690), I read Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “Patience Taught by Nature” via poets.org’s poem-a-day, and felt they were made for each other. I had fun melding them together.
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