958 <br /> <br />We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints <br />Sent various—scattered ways— <br />We parted as the Central Flint <br />Were cloven with an Adze— <br />Subsisting on the Light We bore <br />Before We felt the Dark— <br />A Flint unto this Day—perhaps— <br />But for that single Spark.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-met-as-sparks-diverging-flints/
