You’ll know it—as you know ’tis Noon—
As you do the Sun—
As you will in Heaven—
Know God the Father—and the Son.
By intuition, Mightiest Things
Assert themselves—and not by terms—
“I’m Midnight”—need the Midnight say—
“I’m Sunrise”—Need the Majesty?
Omnipotence—had not a Tongue—
His lisp—is Lightning—and the Sun—
His Conversation—with the Sea—
“How shall you know”?
Consult your Eye!
Emily Dickinson, Poem 419
Emily Elizabeth Norcross Dickinson lived quietly all of her life, mostly in her room writing poetry. She was not a self promoter, and was not known, even by her family for being a writer. When she died, her sister discovered her vast collection of poems and she is now considered the greatest American poet of the nineteenth century.
I’m sadly amused by atheist. That thought might seem disconnected from my little tribute to Emily, but think about it. Today, no one doubts her genius because her work speaks for itself. It’s laughable to think otherwise. How much more do the attributes of God burst forth in His creation? How blind must you willingly be to not see His hand in every stunning aspect of life? C.S. Lewis said “A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.”
Worship is our only reply.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
Day unto day utters speech,
And night unto night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech nor language
Where their voice is not heard.
Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their words to the end of the world.
In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
And rejoices like a strong man to run its race.
Its rising is from one end of heaven,
And its circuit to the other end;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.
The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul;
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple;
The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart;
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes;
The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever;
The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.
More to be desired are they than gold,
Yea, than much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Moreover by them Your servant is warned,
And in keeping them there is great reward.
Who can understand his errors?
Cleanse me from secret faults.
Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins;
Let them not have dominion over me.
Then I shall be blameless,
And I shall be innocent of great transgression.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.