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"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.


I Died For Beauty – 9 December 2008
By Mary T. Hoffman

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
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

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.

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