Beautiful Poetry

I know all of you are not poetry lovers, especially if English is not your first language, but I love the flow of this poem this morning as rain falls languidly outside my window and the mourning doves coo their early morning songs. So many poets touched something beyond the mind. They tapped into the great resources that our Eternal Self has always in store for us. Do try tapping in yourself, if not to write prose and poetry, at least to journal, write to the angels, a friend, or just yourself. You can even try writing to God. Or from God. You might be surprised at what happens. All my love, Indira aka Judy -- Oh - and here is a photo of Emily at 16. If you want to read the poem you can click below to read more.

The Love a Life Can Show Below...
by Emily Dickinson  

The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon—
And smites the Tinder in the Sun—
And hinders Gabriel’s Wing—

‘Tis this—in Musi—hints and sways—
And far abroad on Summer days—
Distils uncertain pain—
‘Tis this enamors in the East—
And tints the Transit in the West
With harrowing Iodine—

‘Tis this—invites—appalls—endows—
Flits—glimmer—proves—dissolves—
Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants—
Then—flings in Paradise—

"The Love a Life Can Show Below..." by Emily Dickinson. Public Domain.