A solemn thing—it was—I said
A solemn thing—it was—I said—
A woman—white—to be—
And wear—if God should count me fit—
Her blameless mystery—
A hallowed thing—to drop a life
Into the purple well—
Too plummetless—that it return—
Eternity—until—
I pondered how the bliss would look—
And would it feel as big—
When I could take it in my hand—
As hovering—seen—through fog—
And then—the size of this "small" life—
The Sages—call it small—
Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest—
And I sneered—softly—"small"!
A woman—white—to be—
And wear—if God should count me fit—
Her blameless mystery—
A hallowed thing—to drop a life
Into the purple well—
Too plummetless—that it return—
Eternity—until—
I pondered how the bliss would look—
And would it feel as big—
When I could take it in my hand—
As hovering—seen—through fog—
And then—the size of this "small" life—
The Sages—call it small—
Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest—
And I sneered—softly—"small"!
Emily Dickinson
Looking for poems about overcoming adversity, and came across this one.
The perspective is the thing, here. The small thing, that is not so small after all.
Hope you enjoy,
and why not check out more poems at the Tuesday Hub,
meanwhile gotta run, busy figuring out stuff. Are my ducks in a row, can I rule out CBG? How many regulatory processes can be influenced by half an organ the size of a pea? And is my head going to explode? Who knows, tune in next week and you might find out...or at least there should be a poem :)
Have a great week everyone!
A.J.
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