dys· phem· is· tic Sunday, April 11, 2004
Of Deity's Decree
On this anniversary of the pivotal event of history, I offer Emily Dickinson...
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.
Of life? 'Twere odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!
