he ate and
drank the
precious words –
his spirit grew
robust –
he knew no more
that he was poor;
nor that his
frame was
dust –
he danced
along the dingy
days
and this bequest
of wings
was but a book –
what liberty
a loosened spirit
brings –
emily dickinson
1 comment:
so lovely to read this today - thank you for the gifts you devotedly find and share - that come from the vision that comes from the heart that comes from the wanting and beating and breathing and turning through space and somehow is gratified - that must be grace...
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