Remembering Emily Dickinson

A fan - charged with current- Is as good- a man It moves - can fly Power withdrawn- foreseeing- lightning Thunder, rain- trees uprooted and fell- Wires snapped- ailments- Is as good - a stone Resurrection is possible Restored- put it in - battery cell Off and on at His will Alive- like a temple's bell- Oh Emily In the dead of night I cry Do you know why Because you are dead And I am alive and alone And I talk to darkness That has kept you hidden from us It cries and I let it go Then comes the day with its light I forget Yet you linger in my thought Oh come back Emily Dickinson Through me write your poems And assuage souls in distress