Poems ✍️
  22.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Of Course—i Prayed

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Of Course—I prayed—
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird—had stamped her foot—
And cried "Give Me"—
My Reason—Life—
I had not had—but for Yourself—
'Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom's Tomb—
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb—
Than this smart Misery.


  prayer doubt suffering faith

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