Emily Elizabeth Norcross Dickinson was born on December 10th in 1830. She 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.”
As Emily wrote
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Worship is our only reply.
The connection between Dickinson and spirituality has always been pronounced, but the edges are frayed when connecting her writings to Christianity. Susan Vanzanten here does a superb job of helping us make the connection. In some ways the interpretations are optimistic but then again, I am an optimist.