The Bustle in a House

The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth —

The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity —

Emily Dickinson

The broom is still in my closet. I’m not ready just yet.

Thanks to a couple of special friends who shared this poem with me. It means a lot. :-)

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4 responses to “The Bustle in a House”

  1. Kevin Avatar

    The beauty of love: it can multiply without depleting its source. I feel the sentiment–sometimes we may never want to love again–but love will still win.

    Beautiful piece.

  2. Brent Logan Avatar

    Indeed. Love does not diminish by being shared.

    Thanks for dropping by and commenting. :-)

  3. Shirley Ann Avatar
    Shirley Ann

    Truly comforting. I hope for you too, Brent. My mother used to say, as I was leaving her place, The Lord be with you. I like that and give it on to you.

    Big Sigh. Big Hugs.

  4. Brent Logan Avatar

    What comforts me is knowing I’m not alone. Others have gone this way before me and survived. I’m getting words of support everywhere I go. And many are feeling the same loss I am right now because my mom is gone.

    It seems stupid but it’s true: misery loves company. Thanks for being there for and with me.