Sunday, August 14, 2011

Obedient to the Amber hands - Emily Dickinson



I read this poem this morning from Emily Dickinson:

The Moon is distant from the Sea –
And yet, with Amber Hands –
She leads Him – docile as a Boy –
Along appointed Sands –

He never misses a Degree –
Obedient to Her eye –
He comes just so far – toward the Town –
Just so far – goes away –

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand –
And mine – the distant Sea –
Obedient to the least command
Thine eye impose on me –

And how true it is that we don't have control. There are invisible, amber hands that guide us along appointed sands. We are obedient in our singing.