Monday morsel: Emily Dickinson

My friend Adriana posted this poem on her blog Classical Quest this week, and I thought I'd share it for my Monday morsel today.  

Emily Dickinson's poetry is always revelatory.  There are many creatures -- and many people for that matter -- whose uniqueness and gifts and beauty go unnoticed by the world ... and even by themselves at times.  There's something poignant about that, but it's also the way God created the world, and we know He sees every sparrow that falls.

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How many Flowers fail in Wood—
Or perish from the Hill—
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful—

How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze—
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight—
It bear to Other Eyes— 

 Emily Dickinson

photo by Richard Prinsen 2013

My girl - sweet sixteen

Happy 16th birthday, Allison!

Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two,
Turn around and you're four,
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door. 

 (by Harry Belafonte, Malvina Reynolds, and Alan Greene c. 1957)

photo by Ray Vos - July 31, 2014