3 thoughts on “86120022”

  1. The Gentian weaves her fringes —
    The Maple’s loom is red —
    My departing blossoms
    Obviate parade.

    A brief, but patient illness —
    An hour to prepare,
    And one below this morning
    Is where the angels are —
    It was a short procession,
    The Bobolink was there —
    An aged Bee addressed us —
    And then we knelt in prayer —
    We trust that she was willing —
    We ask that we may be.
    Summer — Sister — Seraph!
    Let us go with thee!

    In the name of the Bee —
    And of the Butterfly —
    And of the Breeze — Amen!

    Emily Dickenson

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