all along...


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.


xJane said...

hear, hear :)

Aerin said...

I love this poem - one of my favorites by Dickinson.