Emily Dickinson Poem

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

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These words they sing
Of hope
Of joy
These words leave me to
Play
Within my mind
Within my heart
Within my newer day

My newest day
Sparkling bright
Washing cares away
My newest day
Born afresh
Born afresh…
Today

Giving me
Once again
The chance to
Seek
And pray

Giving me
The chance
To thank
The One who gives this day

Behold!
My newness…
Startling me
Though mirrors are away…
As in my mind
Once again
Life’s magic has its way

Has its way
Comforts me
Walks hand in hand with age
Walking towards that Promised Land…
Where newness wins the day!

My Eye is fuller than my vase 👁️
My best Acquaintances are those

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