Ample Make this Bed.

I tripped over a Stone.

Ample Make this Bed by Emily Dickinson is by far one of my favorite poems. Maybe it had such a big impact on me as this was the poem read in Sophie’s Choice (after the death of two endearing characters). Whenever I am sad, whenever life takes away someone that I love… I revert to this poem.

I find comfort in her words. I find peace. I have lost a person I loved. I believe the whole world would’ve loved her if they had known her. All those who did know her loved her so. Her loss is deeply felt. Rest now my dear friend.

Ample Make this Bed.
Make this bed with Awe;
In it till judgement break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

img_1829~Kim

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