"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.
Emily Dickinson, who was born in Amherst, Massachusetts 10 December 1830, wrote nearly three thousand short poems during her last twenty-six years. Only three of these were published in her lifetime.
For today I’ve chosen this poem by Emily Dickinson:
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth, – the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
For a large collection of poems and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
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