tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post1315376726597373982..comments2024-01-02T22:46:29.288-05:00Comments on Musings: Some Keep the SabbathJoyce Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02905709719444916488noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-61688035700237059242020-06-04T12:09:18.484-04:002020-06-04T12:09:18.484-04:00I've had trouble posting for some reason, but ...I've had trouble posting for some reason, but I'll try again. I love this Dickinson poem. Thank you for posting it. Church can be anywhere and it is certainly where the bobolink is. Janice Scullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13913934779785635150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-38107390804061160982020-05-29T13:43:51.287-04:002020-05-29T13:43:51.287-04:00I echo the other's comments about Emily's ...I echo the other's comments about Emily's final lines resonant tone. Heaven indeed... :) Bridget Mageehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185985167366724404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-63144403825318626172020-05-29T12:52:01.798-04:002020-05-29T12:52:01.798-04:00Thanks for the Dickinson poem -- so lovely and per...Thanks for the Dickinson poem -- so lovely and perfect for these times. jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-91288847225729748802020-05-29T09:36:07.590-04:002020-05-29T09:36:07.590-04:00I've always loved this line from Emily's p...I've always loved this line from Emily's poem: "Our little Sexton ā sings." & today love your bobolink song, Joyce. It is a wonderful thing that you have the ability to watch your pastor & the service at home. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-16532689891387820652020-05-29T09:04:20.267-04:002020-05-29T09:04:20.267-04:00What a great reminder from Emily. I think we worsh...What a great reminder from Emily. I think we worship more frequently when we are present in our gardens, on our walks, with our loved ones. And yes...those last lines. Perfection.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-30566788448263621762020-05-29T06:18:15.836-04:002020-05-29T06:18:15.836-04:00I agree with Sally, those last lines...such a gent...I agree with Sally, those last lines...such a gentle turn at the end of this poem. I am comforted with a visit here with Emily. Thank you.Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603191533255832.post-91128294944753862692020-05-29T02:13:32.368-04:002020-05-29T02:13:32.368-04:00Those last lines: 'So instead of getting to He...Those last lines: 'So instead of getting to Heaven, at last ā<br />Iām going, all along.' Heaven on earth! Thanks for sharing such an apt poem for the times. Sally Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02840326270568153356noreply@blogger.com