all along…

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LVII

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!

~Emily Dickinson

Picture taken on a rambling walk in Julian, California.

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2 responses to “all along…”

  1. xJane Avatar
    xJane

    hear, hear :)

  2. Aerin Avatar
    Aerin

    I love this poem – one of my favorites by Dickinson.

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