Love poem XXXVII of Emily Dickinson's

Gonna give ya one of Emily's AND one of mine today. Emily first though. :) enjoy. ~T

Love is anterior to life
Posterior to death
Initial to creation, and
the exponent of breath.

Sun... Rise!

And she rises with a crimson blush
Debating whether or not to grace this world
The trees quiver and animals hush
waiting, waiting for that one moment
She's so lovely, so bold.
And as she rises, slow and high, it's the moment
To live and love and rejoice
Over this land and sea, the whole world
she has a heart beat, she has a voice.
For God's love made such beauty
The day he made this world
It's beat is ours and we need to keep it beating.

Driving to work this morning there was the red sun, peeking up over the earth. Made me think she was blushing, shy, timid about gracing us with her presence. lol.. Not that I believe the sun is a living being that you could call a "she", it's just that there's something so feminine about the sun, it's beauty, it's strength, it's ability to create and sustain life... *shrug* Thank you Lord for our beautiful earth and the wonders that keep it alive and us alive.
~T

Rain

The rain glazes over the surface
making the dreary sky seem precious
for we look for the good
to make ourselves forget
we're all misunderstood
and we all get wet
trudging through the puddles
leaves dripping with heavy drops
careful not to slip on wet pebbles
muddy holes filled to the top
we don't fall
we stick it out
til the rain stops

A rainy day inspired hopeful thoughts.