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 least-
I’m going, all along. Â ~~Emily Dickinson
A special thank you to Gwen, for sending me the poem. It serves as a lovely way to begin again.
Wonderful poem!!
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It was sent in by a reader and I adored it! ~W
Being that I took an odd exception to Father’s homily today, maybe I should have kept the Sabbath at home as well.
Great photograph! Very evocative. Consider me evoked.
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Hey you!! I’ve been thinking about you and all that reading. I hope it’s coming along. MISS YOU!! Yes, yes that would be guilt. It’s part of the religious experience on this blog. You’re welcome. ~W
Great way to remember the Sabbath. 🙂
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Well, we will see how I do with Sunday Sermons this Winter. 😀 ~W