576 <br /> <br />I prayed, at first, a little Girl, <br />Because they told me to— <br />But stopped, when qualified to guess <br />How prayer would feel—to me— <br /> <br />If I believed God looked around, <br />Each time my Childish eye <br />Fixed full, and steady, on his own <br />In Childish honesty— <br /> <br />And told him what I'd like, today, <br />And parts of his far plan <br />That baffled me— <br />The mingled side <br />Of his Divinity— <br /> <br />And often since, in Danger, <br />I count the force 'twould be <br />To have a God so strong as that <br />To hold my life for me <br /> <br />Till I could take the Balance <br />That tips so frequent, now, <br />It takes me all the while to poise— <br />And then—it doesn't stay—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-prayed-at-first-a-little-girl/
