You love the Lord—you cannot see

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You love the Lord—you cannot see—
You write Him—every day—
A little note—when you awake—
And further in the Day.

An Ample Letter—How you miss—
And would delight to see—
But then His House—is but a Step—
And Mine's—in Heaven—You see.

poem by Emily Dickinson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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