Playing with Emily

Sometimes I talk to myself, other times I talk to the books I read, and all the time I wish I could talk to those who penned the words that I eat...




I'll tell you how the sun rose,-
one ribbon at a time.


I'll tell you how the Lord loves,-
each sinner all of the time.


Then I said softy to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"


Then I said to the crowd,
"I cannot believe He gave His only Son!"

* italicized, gray words are Emily Dickinson's from "I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose."