"Joyful Curmudgeon" An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the same
time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel
called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.
In this poem that I’ve chosen for today, Emily Dickinson appears to be describing quite a violent storm!
There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom’s electric moccasin
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day.
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!
For more poems by Emily Dickinson, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetry/dickinson_emily.html
For a collection of poems and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
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