Hi again Fay...... - Re: http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/march2011/fay31-2.htm 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 HeartI 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 springWhich for myself doth sing --The spring decoys.And as the summer nears --And as the Rose appears,Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repineKnowing that Bird of mineThough flown --Learneth beyond the seaMelody new for meAnd will return.
Fast is a safer handHeld in a truer LandAre mine --And though they now depart,Tell I my doubting heartThey're thine.
In a serener Bright,In a more golden lightI seeEach little doubt and fear,Each little discord hereRemoved.
Then will I not repine,Knowing that Bird of mineThough flownShall in a distant treeBright melody for meReturn.