I Prayed, At First, A Little Girl

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I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to—
But stopped, when qualified to guess
How prayer would feel—to me—

If I believed God looked around,
Each time my Childish eye
Fixed full, and steady, on his own
In Childish honesty—

And told him what I'd like, today,
And parts of his far plan
That baffled me—
The mingled side
Of his Divinity—

And often since, in Danger,
I count the force 'twould be
To have a God so strong as that
To hold my life for me

Till I could take the Balance
That tips so frequent, now,
It takes me all the while to poise—
And then—it doesn't stay—

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

Yes dear friend..it was your title that lured me here Lonesome as some day tend to be.... And heart to friends does wish to turn Who perhaps in haste of work and daily pressure We left untended dear, with love to treasure
Yes dear friend..it was your title that lured me here Lonesome as some day tend to be.... And heart to friends does wish to turn Who perhaps in haste of work and daily pressure We left untended dear, with love to treasure
Thank you Frederick, I will most certainly do so. I have found a kindred spirit in you. Your poetry is purely and simply among the brightest hopes I have seen. You are going on my list and if your others are as good as this one, I'll have something to look forward to. Avery fine job. What a poem should be. GW62
A nice poem frederick, i know i can read your poetry and feel good which has it's place in the world, friend's certainly do, i think you have plenty Kind regard; s Allan james saywell