He ate and drank the precious Words (by Emily Dickinson)

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Emily Dickinson


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—



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  • 3/13/2009 11:30 AM charlaxemily wrote:
    Poor Rich Me
    Many People Died.
    Aids and polio,
    wars and situations bye the score.
    Death and pestilence and disease.
    Eye am free of these.
    His Namme is Jesus.
    Only explaination eye can see.
    God still loves me this eye knoe,
    because HIS bible told me so.
    Poor man dying in the sun.
    Replaces all the salt he sheds with ONE.
    SON of GOD discloses words
    in ear and ear incloses:
    MYSTERIES.
    The first man in the door
    will bee the last one inn.
    The last in the line will be the one
    on HIS right hand with wine.
    And Bread.
    Eye am divine.
    A Saint in time .
    In tyme to love mye ewe.
    She is the wine in this mye heart.
    We will never part.
    Love is in mye heart.
    Eternity will bee to start.
    LOve ewe.
    Rich man poor man beggar man thief.
    Poor Rich me.
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    1. 3/14/2009 8:46 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
      I like this, Charles!  Thanks for sharing it with me.
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