Come, walk with me (Emily Brontë)

Come, walk with me

by Emily Brontë

Come, walk with me,
There’s only thee
To bless my spirit now –
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled –

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew –
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine –

‘Nay call me not – it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship’s flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe’er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men -‘

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Time parts the hearts of men                                    

I arrived at the funeral covered in snow. Someone took my coat, and I rushed to one of the last seats that were not yet taken at the back of the church. They had already begun saying some nice words about her that would never be nice enough. She was one of the kindest and last people I knew. I looked around me and saw countless faces I didn’t recognise. New friends, I imagined. I eventually recognised her family on the right end of the first row. I recognised her husband and her two kids I had once seen on Facebook. I didn’t see her parents, so they must have passed away a while ago. It was about time they did. Not that I didn’t love them, but I think they both had dementia and were living in an elderly home. They’re “in a better place now,” they would have said.

After the service had ended, everyone went outside to the graveyard through the door at the front. I didn’t feel like watching tears of people I didn’t even know wet the soil and went out through the back door. That’s when I saw him. At first, I thought it was just wishful thinking, but he was still standing there a few seconds later, so I knew it couldn’t be my mind playing tricks with me. Seeing him again felt as if someone had finally lifted a weight that had been on my shoulders for years, and I could feel my whole body relax. I didn’t feel alone for the first time in forever. He looked up at me, and for a second he had the same look on his face as I did: relief combined with a little bit of grief. I couldn’t help but think about all of the times we had wandered through the snow on winter nights together, and I longed for that feeling of being understood that I had felt back then. He now was the only one I had left. Without hesitation, I approached him and said, “It’s sad how Death has stolen our company. At least I still have you. Come walk with me like we did when we were younger.” For a moment, I saw only the relief in his eyes as he opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but the relief quickly turned into grief, and he took a moment before saying, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let’s not reopen wounds that were so difficult to heal.” “But we could pick up right where we left off! It could be the same as long ago, but this time sadly just you and me,” I said. “Time parts the hearts of men, Emily. I’m sorry, I just can’t,” he said before turning around and making his way to the graveyard.

And so there I was, all alone, left looking out from the mountain towards the dark and wild clouds that were rushing my way.

by Esther Anderson

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No Coward Soul is Mine (Emily Brontë)

No Coward Soul Is Mine

By Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

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Oh god, my dear god, be merciful to me.
I pray to You all day long, and I will never stop praying. Night and day I pray to You, for days, months, weeks on end. Never will I stop, for I would never want You to think I waver in devotion to You.

Oh god, I’m so thankful for you. I knew I could trust you, and You have shown me that You are my steadfast rock in immortality. Before I was so afraid, afraid of what would come and what death would bring, afraid that I wasn’t strong enough to face my illness.

Oh god, my soul is yours, and so your fearless soul is mine.

Although others are cowardly, I can’t be so because you, ever-present Deity, are by my side. You brought back my faith when I had none. Instead of faith there was fear in my heart, and you have taken it all away, and all that remains is love for you. No longer do I fear death. I know you created the undying life for me and everyone who has faith in you. I will bathe in the eternal glory of your kingdom, as will all of the ones who have been faithful to You. I know we will be rewarded for our adoration towards You. You have made us al infinite. You had created the most beautiful world, which we then proceed to contaminate with our sins. But I won’t be a part of that for much longer. I cannot wait to be with you for eternity, and with that to be forever faithful.

For you have always been there for me, in that same manner I will be there for you, so when my illness has taken me, I will come to you. My prayers and devotedness will even then not stop.
Amen

by Anonymous

No Coward Soul Is Mine (Emily Brontë)

No Coward Soul Is Mine

By Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

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Dear Diary,

Today I started thinking.

I thought about faith, which is just a belief in something that cannot be seen. But faith is that one thing in which I have complete trust.
Combined with after-life, faith is that one thing that makes me think I can overcome any fear.
But faith is also there to encourage.

Today I started thinking.
In my soul, there is this part which pervades everything.
It’s the part where God is present, always.
And by believing in the everlasting life, anyone should posses this part, in which I feel the deity’s power.

Today I started thinking.
In man’s souls, there are those creeds I cannot speak about. Vain.
And it is sad because those creeds, this vain, distracts them from the most important thing.

But to change that, instead of holding on to the infinity, they should have trust and faith in something more solid.
But my belief, my creed cannot be changed by vain.

Today I started thinking
Again and again I thought about how strong I feel by believing in god.
Because of this power, I know there is a live after death. Because of this power I am not afraid for death anymore

Today I started thinking
I thought that if there was nothing left, no earth, no moon, and even the universe stopped existing, life still exists in deity.
God has always been present, he is present, and he will always be present.
Today I started thinking
Again, again and again I thought about the undying life.
Death cannot and wil never overcome my belief, my creed in that One who gave me the power.

The power to live forever.

 

by Anonymous

No Coward Soul is Mine (Emily Brontë)

No Coward Soul Is Mine

By Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

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Dear God,

It is with this reason that I write to You, to declare how steadfast my faith in You and the Heavens always have been and always will be.

My soul is not afraid, nor do I shake or shiver from fear, in this world full of dangers.

I could not fear, due to my faith. I believe in You, I believe in Heaven.

O God, You will always be within me. Your almighty and ever-present divinity is welcome in my soul. With my entire being, I believe in Your Power. I trust You with my life and therefore with my after-life and immortality. As You live within me, I live within You.

Most men value the unutterably foolish, vain and empty statements of believe. These statements are as worthless as withered weeds. Feeble men do not believe in You in the same way that I do. Their faith is like foam of the sea, constantly changing. It is inconsequent and insubstantial, short-lived.

With these untrue statements of false believe, they try to make one doubt, who is so sure of Your power and infinity, who is so surely holding onto the faith in immortality.

With Your love that embraces all, You give us immortal life. From above in the Heavens You see through us and worry over us. You change, sustain, dissolve and create all that is in this world. You look after us.

If this earth and the moon would disappear, if all the suns and universes would cease to be, if the entire material world would perish, and if You were the only thing left: every existence and every soul would still exist within You.

Everything that You created, our entire world with all the land and seas, will never stop being. You, Almighty, are all that is required to live. You are everything that is living. Therefore You are within everything that lives, and everything that lives is within You.

My soul is not afraid of the ending. There is no death, no mortality. There is not anything that could destroy You or Your might. Everything that lives is eternal, since You are eternal. You inhabit those who believe. You are the world’s being and breath, and what You are will never be destroyed.

Knowing this, that Your power is within me, that I am armed with faith, and that I am Your undying life:

No Coward Soul Is Mine.

by Anonymous

Remembrance (Emily Brontë)

Remembrance

By Emily Brontë

Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world’s tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion—
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?

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Dear Anna,

With a hardened cold body he is buried in the earth as cold as he is now. Covered by snow even colder. Snow seems to cover him like time covers my memory.

Cold is the distance which separates him from me, which keeps him under the earth apart from me.

I am worried to might have forgotten him through time, since time makes forget. Time is required to forget, the two don’t go without each other.

I am worried that time has been so selfishly all demanding. That it has brutally torn apart my thoughts of him, from him.

Since time has passed and parted me from him I have stopped letting my thoughts fly towards him like birds

Fly over the mountains towards him on the northern shore where he is still covered by earth not snow anymore. Time takes away not only the seasons but also  remembrance of him I’m afraid.

Then my birds land on his grave which is now covered by another tide than winter.

My thoughts have tucked him in, but will they still be doing this?

He has now been tucked in by that same earth for fifteen years. Growing colder over the years by December’s snow,

Which was replaced fifteen times by spring. As time passes, and seasons switch each other of, my memory of him is switched of by new ones.

Am I unfaithful, anna, to may not remember him as much as I should? It would be ultimately loyal for one to always keep remembering.

This however is toilful when many years, which contain even more toil and change, pass.

Oh Anna, would he forgive me, if I were to have forgotten him?

Would he forgive me, even when time passes on. Time, which takes me further.

Would he forgive me if he knew, and understand that I would have to cope with new and other desires and hopes. That those occupy and fill my mind so that there might not be anything left to be filled by him?

Even though those hopes and desires could sometimes be dark or wrong, they won’t be able to hurt him anymore. Will they?

I do want to emphasize that I have never trusted my hart to anyone other than him, after he brightened heaven.

Not ever after him have I been enriched by a man, like nature is enriched by the sun.

Al my life light, and with that my happiness died with him.

I am unhappy ever since, but I hope my bliss brightens and warms him in his grave.

Oh dear Anna, with him I had dreams worth of gold, so beautiful.

But those faded away, and when there was no saving me from complete and utter desperation,
I realized that there is no point in desperation, I learned to appreciate existence. Because If he would be here I would appreciate it. This tells us that we should appreciate existence, hence we are sad when it is lost.

This empowered me and blissed me. Strangely without having actual joy.

But Anna I was still not fixed yet. My tears did still fell down for him.

I slowed the longing for him of my soul. I decreased sternly the burning desire to

Rush to him, and to cry in vain for his death. It seemed that when he peacefully died, my soul was torn violently from my body with him. As if I died more than he did.

However, I should be strong and do not let these thoughts take over to ruin me.

I should not let the devil like merciless pain of memory embrace me.

Because If I would, I would drown myself in the satisfying grief, pouring into my soul.

Oh Anna, how could I, empty as I now am,  live again?

Your dearest,

Emily

by Sterre Weststeyn