Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.
Emily DickinsonThere is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Emily DickinsonI held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
Emily Dickinson