Emily Dickinson Poem #487

You love the Lord -- you cannot see --
You write Him -- every day --
A little note -- when you awake --
And further in the Day.

An Ample Letter -- How you miss --
And would delight to see --
But then His House -- is but a Step --
And Mine's -- in Heaven -- You see.

 

 

 

 

 

Judeo--Christian