Poems on the topic: soul

Poems on the topic “soul” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeGeorge Herbert

H. Baptism II

Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me. O let me still Write thee great God, and me a child: Let me be soft and supple to thy will, Small to my self, to others mild, Behither ill. Although by stealth My flesh get on, yet let her sister My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth: The growth of flesh is but a blister; Childhood is health.
InspiredGeorge Herbert

Prayer

Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage, The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth; Engine against th'Almightie, sinners towre, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six-daies world-transposing in an houre, A kinde of tune, which all things heare and fear; Softnesse, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse, Exalted Manna, gladnesse of the best, Heaven in ordinarie, man well drest, The milkie way, the bird of Paradise, Church-bels beyond the starres heard, the souls bloud, The land of spices; something understood.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become -- Who had they lived, had died but when They died, Vitality begun.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I thought that nature was enough

I thought that nature was enough Till Human nature came But that the other did absorb As Parallax a Flame -- Of Human nature just aware There added the Divine Brief struggle for capacity The power to contain Is always as the contents But give a Giant room And you will lodge a Giant And not a smaller man
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

We pray -- to Heaven

We pray -- to Heaven -- We prate -- of Heaven -- Relate -- when Neighbors die -- At what o'clock to heaven -- they fled -- Who saw them -- Wherefore fly? Is Heaven a Place -- a Sky -- a Tree? Location's narrow way is for Ourselves -- Unto the Dead There's no Geography -- But State -- Endowal -- Focus -- Where -- Omnipresence -- fly?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The fascinating chill that music leaves

The fascinating chill that music leaves Is Earth's corroboration Of Ecstasy's impediment -- 'Tis Rapture's germination In timid and tumultuous soil A fine -- estranging creature -- To something upper wooing us But not to our Creator --
InspiredEmily Dickinson

Do People moulder equally,

Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who testify it Deny that I -- am dead -- And fill my Lungs, for Witness -- From Tanks -- above my Head -- I say to you, said Jesus -- That there be standing here -- A Sort, that shall not taste of Death -- If Jesus was sincere -- I need no further Argue -- That statement of the Lord Is not a controvertible -- He told me, Death was dead --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The inundation of the Spring

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul -- It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole -- In which the soul at first estranged -- Seeks faintly for its shore But acclimated -- pines no more For that Peninsula --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Than Heaven more remote,

Than Heaven more remote, For Heaven is the root, But these the flitted seed. More flown indeed Than ones that never were, Or those that hide, and are. What madness, by their side, A vision to provide Of future days They cannot praise. My soul, to find them, come, They cannot call, they're dumb, Nor prove, nor woo, But that they have abode Is absolute as God, And instant, too.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The first Day that I was a Life

The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it -- How still -- That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it -- as well -- 'Twas stiller -- though the first Was still -- "Twas empty -- but the first Was full -- This -- was my finallest Occasion -- But then My tenderer Experiment Toward Men -- "Which choose I"? That -- I cannot say -- "Which choose They"? Question Memory!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Did Our Best Moment last

Did Our Best Moment last -- 'Twould supersede the Heaven -- A few -- and they by Risk -- procure -- So this Sort -- are not given -- Except as stimulants -- in Cases of Despair -- Or Stupor -- The Reserve -- These Heavenly Moments are -- A Grant of the Divine -- That Certain as it Comes -- Withdraws -- and leaves the dazzled Soul In her unfurnished Rooms
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling

Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling -- Sometimes -- scalps a Tree -- Her Green People recollect it When they do not die -- Fainter Leaves -- to Further Seasons -- Dumbly testify -- We -- who have the Souls -- Die oftener -- Not so vitally --

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