Emily Dickinson Poem

Just so—Jesus—raps ☦️

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Just so—Jesus—raps—
He—doesn’t weary—
Last—at the Knocker—
And first—at the Bell.
Then—on divinest tiptoe—standing—
Might He but spy the lady’s soul—
When He—retires—
Chilled—or weary—
It will be ample time for—me—
Patient—upon the steps—until then—
Hears! I am knocking—low at thee.

Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you 🩸
Just lost, when I was saved!

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