I don’t post a lot of Emily Dickinson but this article (the scandal!) got me thinking about her. Here’s a nice one to go with all the birdsong in the mornings.

 

Some keep the Sabbath going to church

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.