Today is the anniversary of the death of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. Her expression of her faith pulled me in.  




What Simon and Garfunkle wrote of her in The Dangling Conversation, it seem so right. 


“And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers. That measure what we've lost”


She expressed so much in so few words. 


Here is one of my favorites:


We learn in the Retreating

How vast an one

Was recently among us -

A Perished Sun


Endeared in the departure

How doubly more

Thank all the Golden presence

It was - before -