LVII
SOME keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.
Some keep the Sabbath in surplice;
I just wear my wings,
And instead of tolling the bell for church,
Our little sexton sings.
God preaches,—a noted clergyman,—
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven at last,
I ’m going all along!
~Emily Dickinson
Picture taken on a rambling walk in Julian, California.
5/04/2009
all along...
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2 comments:
hear, hear :)
I love this poem - one of my favorites by Dickinson.
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