I was late for church on Sunday.
As I was walking across the lawn to the church, I noticed this snail under the church sign, and it was beautiful, so I squatted down and watched it for a while.
I think I wasn’t late for church, because this was a church of its own.
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 —
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,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last —
I’m going, all along.-Emily Dickinson
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