Mary Anna (2 March 2011)
"Thanks Fay"

Hi again Fay......  -  Re:      Could not help but think of this poem by Emily Dickinson:   I'm sure you know of it but sending anyway.

        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,
        I¹m going all along!
    Just a couple more of hers.......
Emily Dickinson - Savior! I've no one else to tell

Savior! I've no one else to tell --
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so --
Dost thou remember me?
Nor, for myself, I came so far --
That were the little load --
I brought thee the imperial Heart
I had not strength to hold --
The Heart I carried in my own --
Till mine too heavy grew --
Yet -- strangest -- heavier since it went --
Is it too large for you?

 This one of Emily's reminded me a little of you, Fay--

        I have a Bird in spring
        Which for myself doth sing --
        The spring decoys.
        And as the summer nears --
        And as the Rose appears,
        Robin is gone.

        Yet do I not repine
        Knowing that Bird of mine
        Though flown --
        Learneth beyond the sea
        Melody new for me
        And will return.

        Fast is a safer hand
        Held in a truer Land
        Are mine --
        And though they now depart,
        Tell I my doubting heart
        They're thine.

        In a serener Bright,
        In a more golden light
        I see
        Each little doubt and fear,
        Each little discord here

        Then will I not repine,
        Knowing that Bird of mine
        Though flown
        Shall in a distant tree
        Bright melody for me