Some Keep a Glossolalia Sabbath (or
Xenolalia Really Since Every Soul is
Born into This One Natural Religion)
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“Dickinson wrote that ‘While others go to Church, I go to mine, for are you not my Church, and have we not a Hymn that no one knows but us?’ She referred to him [Otis Phillips Lord] as ‘My lovely Salem’ and they wrote to each other religiously every Sunday. Dickinson looked forward to this day greatly; a surviving fragment of a letter written by her states that ‘Tuesday is a deeply depressed Day’”
~ “Emily Dickinson” ~ Wikipedia
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. ~ Emily Dickinson
A Sabbath poem might be simply fey
And slightly sacrilegious, Horatian
In tone. It might be frivolous and gay
About stupidities—the oration
From preaching pulpit, surplice, and a choir—
