One thing (of many things) I have always loved about Emily Dickinson is her brevity. Longish poems can be wonderful but there is something about being able to convey something so stunning in such a small space, something miraculous. What Dickinson spared in each individual poem she made up for in the sheer volume of her work. Over the course of her life she wrote around 1800 poems, each one a universe unto itself. While searching for a poem today I ran across this one and thought it might speak into us all today- enjoy!
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told— Love, by Memorial Mold— Birds, by the Snow.