I agree wholeheartedly with this Emily Dickinson poem. If there is a God or Higher Power, I believe he/she/it/they would agree with this sentiment.
*I had a great hike this morning!
Part Two: Nature
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; | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| So instead of getting to heaven at last, | |
| I ’m going all along! |
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