Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Service of Song

Some keep the Sabbath going to church
I keep it staying 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

1 comments:

Terri Kahrs said...

Simplicity at it's best! Beautiful post!!! Hugs, Terri xoxo

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