A DOOR just opened on a street— | |
| I, lost, was passing by— | |
| An instant’s width of warmth disclosed, | |
| And wealth, and company. | |
| The door as sudden shut, and I, | 5 |
| I, lost, was passing by,— | |
| Lost doubly, but by contrast most, | |
| Enlightening misery. |
There may be an Emily Dickinson poem for every emotion and circumstance I experience...
...where am I?
I don't know what His voice is saying.
I thought I knew,
and I worked so hard to follow.
But the door is no longer as obviously open,
and I am 'doubly lost.'
I am waiting on You!
There is a question mark in my mind as I do so,
but I am waiting on You.
Could You please give me joy in this?
Descend upon me and make my soul be still?
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