Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church -

I am short of words today, however I spent the wee hours of the night last night reconnecting with the great Emily Dickinson, so I will yield my blog to her this evening.  I asked her to give us a poem touching on the idea of finding God's message outside of the 'religious' realm:

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.

Miss Dickinson never fails to say the right thing.